YURI KOSSAGOVSKY*4 POEMS
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is it the noise of a
type-writer
on
the third floor?
or
is it a pegion
scratching
the window sill
on
the second?
no: these are
women walking outside
I`m
going home
the day is warm -
the
spring has put
green
cobwebs on the trees -
and
has gone
it`s
summer already
that`s
what it is in reality
and the
pigeon is scratching
the
window sill .
I remembered suddenly the road
by
which I`d come
to this world
in my childhood
oh... it`s
wonderful
I`m waiting for a
chance to go back
it
is so fascinating to walk
by this gloomy
road once again
as I remember
evenings mostly
and
a nice chance to go away .
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if
you keep walking
you`ll see a cemetry
of
violet-grey flowers
don`t
be afraid,you`ll be fascinated
and
besides you can see there
yellow crosses .
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for the first time
I talked easily
as if I talked to myself
who is far-away
and deep inside me
I was
under the skies of the piano
he was in the thickets
of the string exhaling light
but isn`t it strange!
this man has flown
across the
from another world
it was Mathew Owens
but not me
.
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* * * * translation by
Tania Lee
