The cliff, the sea, the sky above…
The rocky, sunburnt ground…
The place of peace,
The place I love,
That never can be found.
And there she stands in thoughtfull grace,
With hair dispersed by wind
I see the clouds but not her face,
That I have never seen…
Her slender feet can feel the stones.
She looks out from the cliff.
The sea-gulls scream for storm, that comes
And steals my mind like thief.
She's dressed in blue light-coloured clothes.
It's neither skirt, nor dress.
In fever raise and weakly fall
The ribbons, as I guess.
It seems I knew this girl before
In chinks of time for lives.
That figure on the rocky shore
And how she jumps and dives…
Always the same my cliff and sky,
My lost and peaceful place.
But there's no matter how I try,
I still can't see her face...
Without a face
© Copyright: Александр Юрьевич Григорьев, 2015
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The poem is marvelous and so touching. I really liked it.
Анна Тимофеевна Александрова 20.06.2015 16:32 • Заявить о нарушении
Анна Тимофеевна Александрова 20.06.2015 16:32 • Заявить о нарушении
Why thank you, Ann! I wrote many poems in English, but considered only this one realy worth publishing.
Александр Юрьевич Григорьев 20.06.2015 18:44 Заявить о нарушении
Александр Юрьевич Григорьев 20.06.2015 18:44 Заявить о нарушении