I don't know if my poems are good.
I don't know if my poems are bad.
I'm only fond of their childhood -
They have, as they've forever had.
Their happy smiles, their happy games,
Their white wings above forgotten lake...
It takes me so hard to - day by day -
Be looking for my brothers-swans again.
They don't recognize me - though I'm here,
I'm looking in the waters of the lake...
They hear my voice but searching everywhere
They simply don't know whom to take.
There are a lot of poets nowadays
Who claim themselves the brothers of the swans...
The most awful play among the plays -
With no final, only with go-ons.
And I must be a swan to join them -
Lighthearted brothers, leaving poems track...
I am a swan. But I can't be with them.
For they are white. And I am strangely black.
27 November 2007
My poems and I
© Copyright: Вера Бочарова, 2007
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Is it so bad to feel that other spaces
are blessing YOU to be a swan so black
bestowing the rhythmed and sacred laces
of thoughts and feelings,- so strong, not slack...
swan-song, with start and gorgeous mortal ending
has no color, but is sounding so loud
that brother-swans are off their feathers rending
to fall apart and leave the shade of crowd
Ксения Девяткина 06.04.2008 13:06 • Заявить о нарушении
are blessing YOU to be a swan so black
bestowing the rhythmed and sacred laces
of thoughts and feelings,- so strong, not slack...
swan-song, with start and gorgeous mortal ending
has no color, but is sounding so loud
that brother-swans are off their feathers rending
to fall apart and leave the shade of crowd
Ксения Девяткина 06.04.2008 13:06 • Заявить о нарушении
I have no more words to say.
Brilliant! And thank you, with all my heart
Вера Бочарова 06.04.2008 19:18 Заявить о нарушении
Brilliant! And thank you, with all my heart
Вера Бочарова 06.04.2008 19:18 Заявить о нарушении