Pokemon Silver Switches

Bakhyt Kenzeev

1.

There is a star in heaven and earth wires.
From God - tears and sweat.
Run, my night, where no one knows about
rays of postal affairs.
And wanders through the square, crying in vain
like an angel in a gray cloak -
down to the dock, walk inside me
and wipes his throat with ice water.
Ah! Remote mostricciattolo the heavenly family, called
where and why?
to count the stars in the black stream,
where a dead fish float? In the long
still obeying him, in exchange for his art

vain attempt to move the crude knapsack
grown in the ground -
and still wakes up, poor and naked,
where God has laid his hands
where the city stands on the hills , waves
gritted and rocky mountains.

2. We go out

- midnight is with us. The lights almost furtively

disperse
circles in the small city center. Just
discuss with destiny,
drinking green wine,
top of many windows
it burns dim one.
It 's the who, happily intrigued
shadow of the moon on the wall, silent vigil
laborer
crumpled on the sheet?
huge drain of death, only to work

ocean of stars, which flow from the horizon and everywhere
.
rustle of leaves in the alley,
smell of bread and earth.
is heard echoing long and only a whisper away
of the Lord. A voice
clouded for no reason,
the penultimate chapter,
only the words are indecipherable, illegible
words.

3. A height

so amazing,
you want to breathe a sigh: stop,
moment, beloved, rebel ... But
cools the throat the sweet terror, and a strange
hawk with a dove between claws
hurtling down the abyss of air,
and swell the clouds in the sky,
like bread in a bowl of milk,
and the mountains, frozen, if not
reach the stars, that deadly layer that
divides the world into empty and full.
silent earth, and under him the dead. And the light
squints incredulously
the unknown wanderer, knowing that no place in the steppes
nor the Jewish miracle worker, nor
Hellenism in the mouth with a coin.
And the mountains are revealed naked,
howling, crying, uncontrollably, as if the spirit
metal silver
their bets on the tracks of blood,
as if the mercury in the rocky cliff
was ready to flow, flow without end,
linen that his girlfriend from dark face
the street does not remove the blanket.
a bonfire was burning, I will warm us the finger, and behold the heavens deserts, and
whizzing within them, and sobbed
flying through the clouds, the irreversible drought, leafing through the book
sull'amaro taste of the wilderness
Russian in its binding stuttering.


(Translated from Russian by Maria Cicognani Wolkonsky)

Blueprints For A Rabbit Cage

Elena Svarz

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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Ndjock Ngan

Africa

Africa, Africa my Africa
proud warriors in ancestral savannahs Africa
my ava sings
In a river far
Never seen thee
But blood I filled your eyes
your beautiful black blood spilled on the fields of your sweat

Blood Sweat of your work
Work
Slavery slaves of your children Africa Africa

tell you what can you back that folds
and bows down to the weight of humility
back trembling with red stripes
consents to whip on the streets of South
Then he answered a serious strong voice
Son impetuous young That tree over there Splendidly

tree only among white and faded flowers
'Africa Africa, that your new sprouts

patiently obstinately And the fruits of which gradually acquire
The bitter taste of freedom.

***

live once

In one city,
in one country,
in one universe,
live in one world is
prison. Knowing only one language


one job only a costume
one civilization
know a logical
is prison.

***

one who has lost everything

1

Risa
of sunshine in my hut and my women beautiful and graceful palms
Eran the evening breeze slipped
children died at the great river
How deep
And my canoes were fighting with crocodiles
Mother, the moon if one be serious and the dancing
Frantic pace of the tam-tam
Tam-Tam Tam-Tam carefree joy
Among the fires of freedom

2

Then one day, silence ...
rays of the sun seemed to darken
In every sense of the hut empty
The red mouths of my women
lips pressed hard eyes of the conquerors and thin steel
And my children left the quiet nudity
For the uniform Iron and blood
And there are more, not even you
nights of my Tam-Tam, Tam-Tam
of my forefathers The chains of slavery have broken my heart!



***

Black beauty

I love the look of your fair
And your mouth taste of mango
Rama Kam
Your body is pepper
that incites desire
Rama Kam
When you step

The panther is jealous of the hot pace of your side
Rama Kam
When you dance nights in the glow of the tam-tam

Rama Kam
pant beneath the storm of the griot Dyunung
And when you love
When you love Rama Kam
It 's the tornado that thunders And Fell

It leaves me full of breath you
Rama Kam.

Ndjock Ngan - Cameroonian poet who lives in Rome, author of the poetry collection Nhindo black.

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Thoughts in a quiet night


front of my bed the gleam of moonlight
make it look like frost on the floor.
I look up and watch the moonlight,
lowered his head and look back to the country of the past.



***


engraving on a mountain monastery


Bivouac night at the monastery in the mountains
reach out my hand, grab the constellations
I dare not speak aloud
I'm afraid to wake up who is above the sky.


***

Three five seven words


Shining Light wind autumn moon autumn
The fallen leaves are piled up and then they go away
The crow and then crouches
shake And when I think I know the day when I can see you
At this moment, on this night, are difficult feelings



***


Winter

Even that old wall
even that skinny dog \u200b\u200b
also freeze in the bucket
enjoy the sun this morning.



***



Under the moon, a lone party

Sitting there among the flowers, with the jug of wine -,
party alone, without of close friends -,
I raise my mug and I urge the moonlight. Together
shade Then, there will be three,
since the moon will not be denied drinking.
And while the shadow will follow my body,
Meanwhile, at his side, I will escort you to the moon.
The way of gaiety ends in spring;
as the moon floats in my hand, here and there.
And he startled the shadow, trembling, to my dance.
sober, we live in a common joy, then when
, drunkenness, everyone scatters.
three of us, together forever, wandering without suffering,
Finally, in the distance, we are in the Milky Way. "

(translated by Leonardo Arena, in: Chinese poetry of the time T'ang, cit., P. 52).

Li Po (701-762) was a Chinese poet, considered among the greatest of the Tang Dynasty (along with Du Fu and Bai Juyi) and the whole of Chinese literature. The pronounced "Po" (pinyin: Bo ) of his name, is a variant now obsolete, so that is currently known in China as Li Bai . In the West is better known as Li Po is also called the immortal fallen and the immortal poet, (where means immortal Taoist hermit of exceptional longevity). Him remain about 1,100 poems, some of which challenged the paternity.

In the West began to know him through the translations of the Marquis de Saint-Hevrey Denis.nell 'anthology Poesies de l'epoque des Thang , 1862 Here the full text. It was later translated into German and English.

Li Po is best known for the flamboyant visual imagination, the desire for separation from worldliness, to the Taoist elements in his poems and in her passion for alcohol, often sung. As the youngest poet Du Fu spent most of his life traveling. Legend has it that it drowned in the Yangtze River falling from a boat while drunk, tried to take the moon reflected in water.