For my wife Tatiana
After the sudden and the sullen rains
An Autumn with its dusky sun remains.
You say: in our dreams we have no choice.
The Autumn reigns, the silence is its voice.
Her voice, the whisper in the twilight: let
The river vanish if the rivulet
Shall in the shallow seek its hidden mouth,
That waits, that gapes forever in the south;
And in the north two branches, two luring thighs,
For me the lovely snare, the snaky ties.
The willow, the hieroglyph: I will;
Among these ties must disappear the rill;
But in your body crawls the hidden vein,
I disappear, but disappear in vain.
The mirror of the mire and in the middle
The rivulet, the rival of the riddle.
Our living trail somebody will descry
Without discerning: is it you or I?
We are one flesh, above us cry the crows.
The world, the reek; the Greek had said: all flows.
13.10.2001.
The rivulet
© Copyright: Владимир Микушевич, 2011
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