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The Sixth Sense

Шестое чувство

It's priceless - wine, that falls in love with us,
And bread, that sits for us in oven, - priceless treasure,
And priceless is a woman that, at last,
After all torments, we possess for pleasure.

But what to do with clear light of dawn,
When sky's, like heaven, peaceful, deep and solemn?
And what to do with words that have been born
To stay forever - with immortal poem?

We cannot drink it, cannot eat or kiss.
The moment slips, unstoppable as breathing,
And, desperate, we're destined just to miss -
We're so close, but keep missing, missing...

We're like a boy, who suddenly forgets
His game seeing a girl, undressed, in river.
He does not have a clue for love - not yet,
But some unknown longing makes him shiver.

We're like an ugly prehistoric being,
A reptile shaking ferns with helpless groan,
Whose shoulders burn because of cutting wings -
Millenniums before wings grow.

Age after age - Oh, Lord, how much remains? -
With Arts and Nature - two merciless surgeons,
Our spirit cries, and flesh nearly breaks
In throes of giving birth to Sixth Sense Organ.

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Yet All But Once

Yet all but once you’ll reminisce of me / And of my world mysterious and thrilling, / The quirky world of songs and fervency, / But among all, unique and undeceiving. / / It could have been yours also, but alas, / It was too much for you, or was too scanty, / I must have ...


An orange-red sky... / A gusty wind shakes / The bloody cluster of rowan berries. / I chase the fleeing horse / Past the glass hothouse, / Past the trellises of the old park, / And past the swan pond. / Alongside me runs / My shaggy, red-haired dog, / Who is dearer to me / Than e...

Cain’s Descendants

He didn’t deceive us, that sad, somber spirit / Who wears the morning star as pseudonym / And said: "Shun not the highest gain, nor fear it: / Taste of the fruit and you will equal Him." / / Instantly, for the youth, all roads lay open, / And for old men, all mysteries to know, / ...

The Worker

He’s standing there, beside the glowing furnace, / A small man, probably older than you’d think. / His gaze is peaceful, seems almost submissive / From the way his reddened eyelids blink. / / All his workmates have knocked off - they’re sleeping / But he’s still ...

The Lost Tram

I was walking an obscure route / And abruptly I heard caws of crows, / A distant thunder and a tinkling lute: / A rushing tram was really close. / / How I leapt to its step / Is still a mystery to me. / It left a fiery track beyond itself / Which even in the daylight I could see. ...

The Word

That day when over world newborn / God would reveal his face / Sun could be stopped by word alone / Word could destroy a place / / Hawks dared not to strike their wings / The stars drew closer to the Moon / When as aurora in the skies / A word would drift along / / A number was...