Chapter Ottawa Silver City

arsenic

SIGHT GOES

turns off the light, my strength,
two invisible spears diamond
deafened ear, full
remote thunder and breath of the parental home;
nodes weakened muscle tone, as grizzled
oxen to the plow;
and no night glow
two wings behind my shoulders.

am a candle, I consumed during the party. Pick my wax
morning
this page will render,
how to mourn and be proud of,
how to share the last third of joy and die
slightly
the shadow of a roof light casual
posthumously, as
word.



Arseni reading this poem:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWLwvAdmfNQ&feature=related


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- What are you doing, little bird, on the black branch, looking around you
, restless?
Do you mean that the sling is accurate
but life is possible?

- Ah no, when they point to the deep,
not scare me. Your guesses are worse
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look askance at them.

- I fear that the cage you love,
and even the gold.
But better singing on a branch, rare
Once the flight is sung.

- Lies For eternity I'm attracted.
already know it.
Your first clue is the cruelty.
And here I am - at home.

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Wear, lonely, old roses

between snow and cold, and my way is
far.
For the same path
with a sword over his shoulder,
he goes behind me with his cloak
cloudy.
walks and knows
that snow had been trampled, and that there

extinguished the last sunset,
for me out there that night
happens,

freedom I seek. Where

find shelter,
so late.

roses fall into the snow melted.

Tears fall in the snow scarlet. Missing
fatally,
I can not help.
He
unnecessarily trample the roses in the snow.

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INNOKÉNTI ÁNNENSKY

is Annensky Create to mourn and cry tears outside the mouth to teach outside their own, the silence ...
; N. Gumilev


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One afternoon blues and soft ...
sharp stems and soft tissue of the path, and freshness
early on the velvet carpets,
and early evening dew drops on the hair. Neither

thoughts in your head, no words of silent lips, but the heart
loves everyone, without exception, everyone in the world, and is so sweet
wander into the blue twilight, and night
calls me as a woman, into the embrace.


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Vladislav JODASEVICH

.................. ............... not imitate the dead
................................. as imitating the poet
; ; V.
Jodasevich


GHOSTS


hear them and see
the tram cars, theaters, offices
and at home, at the time inspired ,
with the curtains moved. You
mingled with the crowd,
come and go, near the bluffs,
there, where the newsboy shouting the new misfortunes of Russia.
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If You Ignore A Scorpio

GUENNADIY SHPALIKOV

1937-1974

Oh, once, when,

sit down and forget my,

for a short time - forever,
anywhere and everywhere.

Forget everything, desaprenderé,
descalzaré me and undress me,

dismiss me and I will hide my somewhere.

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