When grief exploded evening flow

When grief exploded evening flow
All flashing auburn clouds glowed.
The sands were white and hot like stoves,
And cries and moans were the homes.

Horizon stifled wind and smog,
We, soul to soul, awaiting day;
A distant thunder burst away
To echo in unsettled horde.

By morning here came a man;
He westward pointed trembling hand.
A glimpse of outsider’s face
Made the impression of his tray.

A limping figure, barefoot,
A shabby buttonless tunic…
His eyes were fiendishly ablaze,
But icon-like the whole look.

He stared upwardly and viewed
The diamond cutting sky to edge.
I couldn’t say, but understood
What could be told …but never would.


He got away. Into in the dark.
But in the sense of silence deep.
But in the gun he left, I knew,
Was powder enough to shoot.

…

But in the night of darkest nights,
Imagine light of billion lux…
New era comes with thousand stars.
So far I live. So far it lasts.

26.02.2025
Пер.ст. А.Тарковского «Однажды в село на задворки»
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