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Oleg Rosla
Essay "the legend of the Sagebrush in Heaven" - about the poet's Tatiana Terebinova

Essay "the legend of the Sagebrush in Heaven"- Oleg Rosla on the poet's Tatiana Terebinova


My first impressions of the poet at the festival of vers Libre.
I didn't know her poems. But the charm was so great - the storyteller, the Swan Princess, the deity - she involuntarily attracted attention with her appearance - quiet, shining modesty and nobility ; she seemed to be wrapped in something - in a light hare skin or in a cloudy fabric, as if with a wreath on her head and with a flute at her lips - like a goddess - Lada or Bereginya living in dense forests in a secret meadow near the Lodge. She seemed to be floating dreamily in different worlds, with a soft, slightly surprised smile.

 Once I tried to study the ancient Slavic language, was fascinated by its fresh harmony - from there, from ancient traditions, go her, Tatiana, intuitive discoveries in life and poetry; also it fascinates the magic of nature - the generosity of summer and the mysterious winter beauty - a little harsh colors, but nature - the mysterious beauty of its edge! Her poems seemed to me transparent in meaning , with a subtle sound of the soul, with tangible things and objects - as if they can be touched - such is the spontaneity and skill of the author.
 Her poetry is a kind of spirituality - it contains the quintessence, the root of the meaning of philosophy , the greatness of the Saga and the depth of the novel; the elements of poems - as if they are enchanting myths and clear righteous parables-pass their depth through the heart and elusive neurons - carry the grain of suffering or found in the bins of life-deep truths that make their way to us through all universes and civilizations, through all religions, through the secrets of culture, folklore and spells. Sometimes its lines speak to you - from another world, beyond our imagination; as if written - by a future poet, or - ancient - in now unknown countries and civilizations - and we - guess the truth of the search for her soul and her previous generations, her kind. The moment of reading - explodes like a new star, and covers an extraordinary horizon of events, which is her deep poetry!

The aftertaste of her poems is so strong that the extreme expressiveness touches the depths of consciousness - with echoes of expressionism - beats with truth , sincerity, sharpness and vibrations of sensations and thoughts. Tatiana Terebinova - poet, which you can read and continually discover in her poetry and in himself, as the reader, something unknown, new. Revealing the possibilities of the Russian language, she thought and intonation, belongs to different sources - that absorbed with the mother's milk - in an effort to embrace, immerse themselves in the elements , in the immensity of the known and unknown - in the beauty of the bottomless blue lakes, in the depths of the underground river; in the unexpected menace of the tender sky, the magic and strength of the web, which holds the soul, fragrant honeycombs of celestial stars

Not all poets have such a crystal sound of the soul, traditions or innovation, that heartfelt openness and, at the same time, noble restraint - in creativity or in communication. Touching upon themes and phenomena, poet seeks Express the essence of, approach the with many sides, under different angle of view, in different poetic dimensions. Time and place - come alive under her pen, change places, revealing new time and new space. The volume of sensations and discoveries increases, like a flurry of waves, beating on the banks of the heart, premonitions, signs.

And you - respond to every sound of what you read, to every word that is also hidden between the lines - the eternal, unspoken, what ancient books hint at : the charm and tragedy of Being. Everything is intertwined in her poetry of Tatiana and she leads us along her strawberry and Lily of the valley paths to the Blue Lake - on feather-grass hills , on the dark forest and light birch groves, on Wormwood Paradise, on the old stone steps of the temples of the poetic idea of righteousness, life and poetry.