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ALONE I speechless walked through silent lands No sound I heard, no word I spoke. Somebody’s blood has stained my hands, But whose it was – this name I choked. I breathless strayed in barren dreams, My head your wounded hands did stroke. I charmed the Moon through Chakram’s rim – And then again ALONE awoke. For now my tears already dried, In disbelief my soul was sore, I’d better be re-crucified, Then see the stigmas of your gore. The ashes filled the graval urn. The Death and Life tell bitter lores. But I still hope that you’ll return. In life and death my soul is yours.

ОДНА Лишившись дара речи, я шла через немые земли, Не слыша ни звука и не говоря ни слова. Чья-то кровь запятнала мои руки, Но чья именно это была кровь – я давилась этим именем. Не дыша, я заблудилась в бесплодных снах, Твои израненные руки гладили мою голову, Глядя на луну через обод Шакрама, я зачаровала её, А потом вновь проснулась – ОДНА. Сейчас мои слёзы уже высохли, А душа, не веря случившемуся, болела. Я бы предпочла быть вновь распятой, Чем видеть клейма твоей запекшейся крови. Прах наполнил погребальную урну, Смерть и Жизнь рассказывают горькие предания, Но я всё ещё надеюсь, что ты вернёшься. В жизни и смерти моя душа принадлежит тебе.

A Little Bit like Brodsky

To Charlotte McGovern and CUE, Inc.

Рines, bines and sealions!
Gulls are crying, birds are flying!
I am fine to the nines,
get the rhyme from the Nine.
I don’t need to stay in line
buying things from Calvin Klein:
I’ll find very fine
satisfying best design.
I don’t mind drinking wine,
dine fine — uр to dying,
having been in the sunshine,
dreaming Oakland to be mine!

By Konstantin Ryazanov.
California, 1992, 1994

JILL’S CANTO

When the candles are out,
When it’s cold at night,
You walk by and about
With your lantering light,
With your knife in the raincoat,
With the night in your eyes,
With your dog hard to hold
For it breaks any ties.

Faithful dog is your bliss
And farewell is you kiss,
Fair wind is your kin,
Fairy witch is your queen.

When the candles are out,
All the cats become grey.
I am leaving a crowd
At the end of the day
With my wisp and my willow,
With my wit and my will,
Moving home in chill
To my side of the hill.

Winding songs are my road,
Witches flame is my coat,
Wicked cat is my soul,
Wandering man is my goal.

When we’re up to the hilt,
When your sword is in pain,
When my creatures are killed
And bewitchments in vain,
Take the words from my mouth
And we’ll climb up the hill
Where’s hidden a house
Both for Jack and for Jill.

Winding songs are my road,
Faithful dog is your bliss,
Witches flame is my coat
And farewell is your kiss,
Wicked cat is my soul,
Fair wind is your kin,
Wandering man is my goal,
Fairy witch is your queen.

THE WINDS OF THE WEST (ARMAGEDDON)

The skies of Troy are always bright,
The sun has no veil,
But I am longing for the light
That’s cold and pale.
I am born to be a princess high
Of marbles stony-white
I’d rather dead in coffin lie
A pale, cold bride.

But the winds of the west
Call me secretly in
Where they live and they rest,
And I dream.
But the winds of the west
Wobble wistfully while
I am waiting for them
And I cry.

I am waiting for the two white birds
That take me on their wings
And get me to the land that hurts
By its melodious strings.
I would be dancing in the streams
Of cold mountain lake,
I would be singing of my dreams
To the pearl-feathered drake.

The drake would turn into a man
With blue and restless eyes
And he would guide me through this land vThat in the ocean lies.
And from the people of the world
We’d hide under the veil
And our song would be unheard,
And beautiful, and pale.

VIRGINAL SYNDROME

The lines in the snow:
Here ther be lions.
Destructive depression
Of natural kindness.

Would you walk all-naked
Indifferent to croud?
Attention! Watch out!
Premenstural tension.

She bites while she’s kissing,
She’s mad with despair —
He puts her in cradle
To handle with care.

THE TIME OF GREY

I would run to the woods,
I would rather be there
By the far-hidden roots
Of the queen’s Knock-na-rea.

There came the time of grey
In lochs and glens,
In the wind and the rain
Riding its way

I would run to the fields
Bare feet, feeling wild.
I would dance Irish reels
In the mist, in the mild

Amidst the time of grey
In lochs and glens
Through the wind and the rain,
Melting away.

I would ride many-a-mile,
I would laugh, I would scream
In the Emerald Isle,
In the land of my dream

Meeting the time of grey
In lochs and glens
Through the wind and the rain
Making me stay.