Lines At The Trinity Sunday

                - to Nat. -

    Стихотворение написано в период глобальных лесных пожаров и непроглядного смога по всей Иркутской области в июне 2003.

I returned to my land and obtained a new loss
As the smoke filled the air, made it stuffy and gross
Once again the reposal of mine was in vain
And the night left my soul in the gray arms of pain
Answer me, silent wood, how did it come to this?
Who has sold to the enemies our tranquil bliss?
Why the curse is our destiny and what we've done
That this blear heaven shows us no stars and no sun?

No replies in the sceneries covered by dust
And nobody to hear me, no heart to entrust
All the grief dwelling in me for four hundred years
Such a long time to wait for the cold fatal shears
And my last hope has fled to the kingdom of doom
Now our ritual dance seems just too hard to resume
But wherever you are, lady-gloom, don't forget -
You're a furtive affection I'll never regret

You've been hurt by the passion, deranged by the throe
But your blood's kept the force of the glittering glow
When the sunset of century faded afar,
Our desire was sealed by the black shooting star
In our sad transient being we loved only twice
And our lonely paths crossed in the desert of vice
What's the desperate lust? Who must pay for its burst?
Only Death does not care who will follow her first

And the withering image is passing me by
I remain in the haze with the dull question "why"
Incarnating forever my funeral verse
I'm a poet who scarce will make something diverse
The stone darkness grows higher between our seared lives
And the bridge of the binding dream breaks down and rives
The Belief is concealed by the damp blinding mist
And I think, love is something that does not exist...