Draco_Lich
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A small poem. For some reason, it seems to me that there is nothing here but words...
THE BONFIRES BURN BRIGHTLY
1.
I will bury myself in the shadows, like in leaves,
I will wrap myself up, like in a cloak.
I will cast trembling spots
On my shoulders, pulling them tighter.
I will lift life into my arms,
In which there is no meaning.
Two gazes,
Like two mysterious blades
With silvery, smooth edges.
Come closer, let me look, touch…
No! Only night all around,
My white hand
In the bright light of the bonfire –
And an illusion.
2.
My wings are the density of ink,
The depth of night and the velvetiness
Of black velvet.
The transparency of sunny gold,
The silver of the moon and the diamonds of the stars.
They absorb and give back,
Without giving me anything.
I laugh, I shout – and I don't hear
Myself… Only an echo answers,
After… Half a lifetime?
There is no cure for burns from water,
And there is no dam – to prevent,
To hold back… The fire on its way?
Dawn is not near.
3.
Does fire extinguish water? No – the law is harsh.
I walk absentmindedly, not looking back.
Between Scylla and Charybdis,
Among the jellyfish of oblivion – obediently, voluntarily.
Don't touch, don't disturb!
Return what is lost? No. Go.
Disappear, reflection. Oh yes!
I was cruelly mistaken. Be silent and listen.
A shadow in the crowd? Blurred
A fleeting movement?
Leave it – there are so many of them.
They flow past, bypassing the stones,
Not a single one will look. Is it a pity?
Or did it only become clear now?
4.
A clump of thick shadows without a glimmer
Of even one – flashed
And disappeared on the periphery.
I look around, look back –
No one, except for empty cities,
Me and the wind. It howls in the alleys,
Claps with a torn sheet of iron.
Will you take my gift? I know,
That you are here, even if I don't see you.
Now I will find, I will get… The edges have worn out
Too quickly, that brilliance faded,
That was inherent. But for you it is priceless, Guest,
And what do I need it for? I will not use it.
A refusal from emptiness.
5.
Not the place and not the time, it is not yet my turn
And not mine is all that you want to offer.
You will give it and regret it.
I know, I see – the meeting is far away,
Don't come close and don't reach out.
Hide it, put it away – it will come in handy later.
How many of them dissolve
In the murky pre-dawn rain?
Fire extinguishes water, that's right
You say. I cannot teach you,
I will only say that the time is not yours,
And I will remind you of the rainbow.
If you think that there are not enough candles –
The bonfires burn brightly.
January 2007
THE BONFIRES BURN BRIGHTLY
1.
I will bury myself in the shadows, like in leaves,
I will wrap myself up, like in a cloak.
I will cast trembling spots
On my shoulders, pulling them tighter.
I will lift life into my arms,
In which there is no meaning.
Two gazes,
Like two mysterious blades
With silvery, smooth edges.
Come closer, let me look, touch…
No! Only night all around,
My white hand
In the bright light of the bonfire –
And an illusion.
2.
My wings are the density of ink,
The depth of night and the velvetiness
Of black velvet.
The transparency of sunny gold,
The silver of the moon and the diamonds of the stars.
They absorb and give back,
Without giving me anything.
I laugh, I shout – and I don't hear
Myself… Only an echo answers,
After… Half a lifetime?
There is no cure for burns from water,
And there is no dam – to prevent,
To hold back… The fire on its way?
Dawn is not near.
3.
Does fire extinguish water? No – the law is harsh.
I walk absentmindedly, not looking back.
Between Scylla and Charybdis,
Among the jellyfish of oblivion – obediently, voluntarily.
Don't touch, don't disturb!
Return what is lost? No. Go.
Disappear, reflection. Oh yes!
I was cruelly mistaken. Be silent and listen.
A shadow in the crowd? Blurred
A fleeting movement?
Leave it – there are so many of them.
They flow past, bypassing the stones,
Not a single one will look. Is it a pity?
Or did it only become clear now?
4.
A clump of thick shadows without a glimmer
Of even one – flashed
And disappeared on the periphery.
I look around, look back –
No one, except for empty cities,
Me and the wind. It howls in the alleys,
Claps with a torn sheet of iron.
Will you take my gift? I know,
That you are here, even if I don't see you.
Now I will find, I will get… The edges have worn out
Too quickly, that brilliance faded,
That was inherent. But for you it is priceless, Guest,
And what do I need it for? I will not use it.
A refusal from emptiness.
5.
Not the place and not the time, it is not yet my turn
And not mine is all that you want to offer.
You will give it and regret it.
I know, I see – the meeting is far away,
Don't come close and don't reach out.
Hide it, put it away – it will come in handy later.
How many of them dissolve
In the murky pre-dawn rain?
Fire extinguishes water, that's right
You say. I cannot teach you,
I will only say that the time is not yours,
And I will remind you of the rainbow.
If you think that there are not enough candles –
The bonfires burn brightly.
January 2007
Страшней драколича зверя нет!
Жаль, не лебедь я...
Сандро (не)жив! :D :D :D
Влюбившийся дурак на глупости горазд (с)
В сказке грусти синей я один, как бог... (с)
Жаль, не лебедь я...
Сандро (не)жив! :D :D :D
Влюбившийся дурак на глупости горазд (с)
В сказке грусти синей я один, как бог... (с)