Vic Postnikov

If a soul has wings to soar,
Palaces and shacks ignored.
Ghengis Khan, stay out of sight:
Just two enemies to fight,
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On a spring-thawed patch,
Little priestling of marsh
Is staying
And saying his prayer.
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Love Eternity reigning in mires,
Their powers never deplete.
Grassy lands never yield to the fires,
Smallest thickets will stand up the sleet.
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The more you’re asking for repose,
The more you fear, the more you fear.
The fog is creeping from the fields,
The fog is crawling in your chest.
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A gust of wind, a howl of snow…
Yet, for a moment, in my mind,
A land, a distant shore, would glow
With faded colours from behind.
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Open wide my dungeon dwell,
Bring the daylight to my cell,
Black-eyed maiden of my fancy,
Black-maned steed to jump the fence!
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You should be all-understanding,
flexible, unsteady, changing,
as a running ocean wave,
unfastidious and suave, –
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It’s not in wise man’s recollections,
Not in a poet’s sweet refrain,
Not in a hero’s daring actions,
Not in a hermit’s silent strain.
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Men’s thoughts and deeds will pass like dreams,
The heroes soon effaced,
The mausoleums convert to dust,
For nothing stays at place.
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heartlessness to oneself -
mutilation as well.
has the time for your laziness come?
manifest the humaneness, at least, to yourself -
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More and more
I’m amazed by winter trees -
Their behavior so much differs from us,
Men’s.
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Immersed in what deep surge,
You spent a horde of winters
(you’d better know them not,
a child of azure wave!) ?
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You sit alone and weep -
D'you hear?
I know: you wouldn't sleep,
Don't fear.
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On the way to a small wooden hut,
Little breeze in a grove takes a spurt,
Silver voice puts the Spring on alert.
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This leaf, this withered leaf,
Which listlessly downward drifts,
Tomorrow will rise again,
Will settle on a branch’s sprig.
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Orchard

For this hell,
For this toll,
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In solid grass, you will perish straight,
To a still house, you come mute …
She'll embrace you, enmesh with a plait
Saying, - Welcome, knight.
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Медленно, молча проходит луна
В туфельках, вылитых из серебра
Куда ни посмотрит, везде серебро;
Ветки и фрукты в садах - серебро,
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Всю зиму я дрожал
Под проливным дождем;
И ветер снегом засыпал,
И снова оголял;
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За Джоном Моулди в подвале я следил,
В подвал спускался каменный настил;
Он улыбался в сумерках один,
Он улыбаясь жил.
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