Homba by auktyon

homba
snowstorms embankment
and helycomba
and topinamba

that's how we should to
and as a whole too
like topinambas
to catacombs

we'd been the far away,
but what has passed became
but maybe turned to salt
but maybe turned to soil (dust - но соил созвучнее хоть и земля)

how far I'm going
without yearning

I see just pickets
I hear just wings

secretly
and insensibly
and isolatedly
and unrequitedly
and intricately
and very guardedly
but only strangely
and placidly

how far I'm going
without yearning
I see just pickets
I hear just wings

perhaps I'm far away
perhaps what's passed I am
perhaps I am a salt
perhaps I am a soil (dirt dust - на выбор)
how far I'm going
without yearning
I see just pickets
I hear just wings

freely
or else involuntarily
I see all strangely
not painfully for me
and so desirably
and defencelessly
not shamefully for me
and not offensively

with the steel
with the metal lint
with the heavy length
with the wishful yore
how far I'm going
without yearning
I see just pickets
I hear just wings

but no
and insensibly
and guardedly
and unrequitedly
and strangely gently
and placidly
but isolatedly
and hopelessly...

25.07.14
(date of translation)