Here Is a Knife

Ирина Гончарова1
Here is a knife
and over there’s a cord
that fastened me to you,
my buddy,
Oh, my bloody
Love.
I’m afraid but yet
The Everlasting
and Almighty Lord
Could never knew
that
the way you should be cut off
of my soul,
my heart
does not exist.
And after all
I stopped my struggle.
Entirely ceased
that useless work,
announced the ceasefire
and put down all my arms –
heart, knife, and crest
at your feet.
Don’t worry.
I will never trouble
the trouble.
Let it have its rest.
Stay in peace.
Relax.
It’s my defeat,
my sweet…





 

 


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Irina,
What a beautiful piece... Brilliant work!
Its structure reminds me of Mayakovsky's "Utro".
Pleased to meet you.
Dina

Беляева Дина   15.10.2010 22:20   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Dina, nice to meet you too:))) Thanks for the comparison. I love Mayakovsky's "Utro" but wasn't thinking of it while writing:)

Thanks a lot again. You may find more of my poetry interesting for you too.

Have a nice weekend:)

Ирина Гончарова1   16.10.2010 00:27   Заявить о нарушении
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