1. Forum
  2. Usenet
  3. REC.ARTS.BOOKS

  • Truth

    From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Wed Jul 7 17:50:47 2021
    The exhausted world sighs of confusion,
    The pink even streams oblivion...
    We were parted by shadows, not people,
    Oh my dearest boy, heart of mine!
    --------------------
    Walls are towering, in a fog dressing,
    Spear was dropped without strength by the sun..
    In the evening world I'm cold. Where are you,
    Oh my dearest boy, heart of mine?
    --------------------
    You will not hear. The walls are encroaching,
    All things blend into one, all dies down...
    Nothing did, does, will substitute for you,
    Oh my dearest boy, heart of mine!

    By Marina Tsvetayeva
    Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
    * Origin: fsxNet Usenet Gateway (21:1/5)
  • From Ilya Shambat@21:1/5 to All on Fri Apr 8 18:01:45 2022
    Life is my power
    Fire is my flesh
    In every hour
    Essences clash

    Burn through the darkness
    Into the dream -
    Hear me and mark this,
    Truth will not seem

    Anything pure
    Nor anything dark -
    Truth will for sure
    Be nothing like stark -

    Over the ground
    And over the lake
    Truth coils around
    And then stings like a snake.

    There is a daylight
    When things are true
    And there is twilight
    When all you knew

    Vanishes, fades
    And then blends into one -
    Into the shades
    And away from the sun:

    Into oblivion
    Into the void
    Into obsidian
    Chasms. Thus destroyed,

    Truth yields to lies
    And then soars like a lark
    When people's eyes
    Are tired of the dark.

    Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
    * Origin: fsxNet Usenet Gateway (21:1/5)