viacheslav kupriyanov Poems

The Earth is one interpretation of the sky
a note in the margins of the Universe
an assertion
that the sky could be homely
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The stars glitter like the shards of a ringing crystal glass.
Who will return this sparkling dust to its primal form?
Where did the final echo of its fall condense?
Caught in a glass of wine, does it now wander our blood?
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As soon as you sense
that someone sees you
as a despicable toad,
consider your natural size,
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The toothless
are rushing to splutter the truth
stuck in their gullets
Bunkum
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It has become known
that many of us
are building a monument
to the unknown
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Give the poet a white coat -
a camouflage coat:
as winter advances
he is a scout
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As Pushkin lay dying
he longed for cloudberries
draw
a cloudberry
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His acquaintances
wished him well.
The unacquainted
wished to make
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An angel was reported at thirteen-forty hours
in a locality not normally frequented by angels;
when captured, he offered no resistance:
such apathy on the part of an angel
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If they were to name a street after me
I wouldn't object
may it have my habit
of wandering late into blind alleys
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