The curse of being a poet
To see a beauty and misery
of the World
...
Everything seems so grey and fade,
my thoughs,
grey lambs on the grey sky
...
The Stars has changed.
So did I.
Under foreign sky
...
The wind carried the thistle fluff far away
The wild geese cried: 'Adieu, adieu'
Even the feathers penned their farewells
on thewater surface
...
In my soul I belong somewhere...
I don't know where I belong to.
Maybe somewhere to the distand land
...
The heart of a poet
is winged crystal bridge
marked by stomping boots.
The world in rush
...
Me...My love, I am as my country,
formed by the fire
and know the battle-scars
I've tasted kiss of Juda
...
I hate You and I love You
with the same power
Yes, You, my dear
my joy, my happines, my strengh
...
Cry, if you have to
but then - cry like a child
cries for the warmth
of mother's embrace
...