The beast-flower
The presentation of the life continues till death.
The cold fire will burn long bones,
clear when the rain will cease
on the day of St. Peter at the end of summer.
Here, eco sprout flowers, reddish,
ribs, around the collarbone, head
write on the stem: Elena tree, grows
nell'Iperboreo ice
in the gardens of bricks, grass stony-eyed
climb dark pinks.
are at the same time, rosebush
and non-ti-scordar-di - me,
as if a novice gardener I had engaged
the terrible leprosy of the flowers.
I will be purple and red,
grenade, yellow, black and gold, I
and humming in a cloud dangerous -
coveted trough of hornets and wasps. When
sfiorirò, God, God, that wad
remain torn -
cold and skin sagging, withered flower-
a beast and half dead.
***
The ballet in the sky
Yesterday there was a storm, and
: "oh, oh!" - Every time I said that lightning
with a jump to Nijinsky
and flew in a cloud run away,
falling into the abyss - then the thunder and the clouds
sprayed powder adamantine.
And with the lightning and poaching importunate.
Desirè Oh! Celestial ballet! They push
, In short, it's time to jump on this narrow stage,
suspended between the gulf and suffer,
bend the elbow, straighten the heart,
remain suspended, be radiant and sink into the abyss, the immensity of the eyes shine
behind the windows.
***
The David Dance David
to dance, and I with you! I
fledging as a dove. While the branches, the news
leap alone in its beak.
not a stone - bird mad,
but he is the Creator, the God of pride.
Torcetevi arms! Testa,
flies from left to right palm.
have evaporated, becoming salt all the words in
Thrones have become all the words
and bends like a snake, fire.
rustling hair! Peal, bones! Like a splinter
throw into the fire of God's
the mirror - faceted ocean -
bright eyes and rotten.
Although there do not you see,
You are suspended in them like tears.
O Lord, allow to assuage your pain.
We do not feel pain,
do not know the suffering.
And the earth, the mountains, the waves
continue to call them: Paradise.
O Lord, let
to assuage your pain. Blood
biting, bone merry,
throw the Throne of God
***
half asleep
light sleep, abbarbicatisi under the skin,
I have wrapped with tender, tense and prehensile dodder.
I wake, I try the third side, a whip
tear from his temple, a white flower. In
drowsiness becomes simple, spherical.
Now I'm on a promontory, now study in Latin verbs.
The heart - a cross on the abdomen - the star of David, and leaf clover
- drawing on his stomach.
(translated by Maria Vignola)
The first collection of poems by Elena Svarz published in Russia in 1990. His three previous collections were printed only in the West. The Svarz devoted to poetry for over twenty-five years, it can be defined as a "masters" of contemporary Russian poetry, which it was impossible to get an idea if you do not consider his work.
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