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
