Александр Владимирович Глухов
A bunch of short verses
Through longest sleep without kiss
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Your beauty coming to the air depicted
Many mottoes on rakish heart
Who’s screaming silently with heartache
And ran exhausted quietude in dream
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Return my lust which fled away so far
Eternal passion goes to the throes
I’m dancing like an ardent geek
The leaden clouds under blanket
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Waft me to Thee – the breath of freshness
I feel the air coming through the heath
All spinning, rolling go up with breeze
And howling gale want to dancing only
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The only path of many – rainbow and love
The lives are precious – azure-blue in skies
A wind my friend is blowing with love
And solemnly on knees I’ll take your star
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‘twas honey pleasure – trees are friends
Within the latent gray in early morning
With whom you whisper in the storm
Forsaken past with frozen air…
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Such sweetest touch, such simple deeds
There was neither passion nor affection
But you are none – and acute in intra vitam
I’m running through the sepulcher when sleep
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A. Glukhov. The tree. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.
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Too scrawny beasts have frozen hearts
A vale of woe in your eyes I’ve seen
With vim and vigour I shall run to you
There are much trees and no you…
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Along the street a secret path to Thee
I’ll gaze at vapor – quiet silhouette afar
The strangers talk and one night kiss
Due silver knight I’ve got much bliss
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Whither are you drifting lightly Light
The stunning silence hiding in the night
We fled so fast away like a whiff
Till death I shall be keeping snow bliss
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Again you’ll see beloved object sleeping
Hard squeeze and lightest, longest tig
It will be cute and waiting one light kiss
We’ll be exhausted…lying on the beach
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Come to that place a pack of wild wolves
They want to do so many furious attacks
And we are dying from disastrous fatigue
They’ll give us free and cozy beds
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Be live…and do the best your own way
And there is neither sense of joy or blue
Perfection I have seen no more
The trees are pensive in the breeze
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At royal ball we’ll dance together lonely
Could I control the weather light
Once in a while when we’ll get a glee
What is the depth of falling into blue
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Only the breeze is kissed approaching
The humble solitude in lone heart
He’ll open the sepulture again
And I have got long hike alack a day
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Hard heart was falling in two parts
And covered with pensive blue in hot
But why a silver hidden inside black
The boiling point I’ll go paint
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Whoever we are but departed forever
Hurricane coming, I shall go with you
But heart beating lonely – you are afar
Of what are you thinking alone?
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So juicy grass behind my scrawny back
Amongst the clouds many stars I’ve seen
Two lads speak to each other lovely
She feels affection dying in the breeze…
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Two nights I stare thru in black alone
Without you I speak with pensive blue
I summoned up the strength of gods
Above the clouds are my Lord
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Grey clouds are departed crying lonely
Do cudgel bubbling clouds every week
Your spirit disappears too much quickly
He kneels on pulpy grass with Thee
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Do breathe I’ll catch thine whiff again
Sweet milky breeze I see your heart
I saw your boat approaching to light-hut
I gazed into your eyes, such salty sweet
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Not knowing when I come to you
To kiss each other on royal couch
May I doss out at your feet today
I am longing for forgotten meeting
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What brutal device is waiting for your lust
Forsaken memories are dwelling there
But martial nature struggles in his heart
Our wealth was hidden in the past…
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There is no man amongst the silent trees
To whom you whisper in the forest
Come to get twisting palm to palm again
Do stare at the pendulum of morning
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As it was getting light I’ll hide in darkness
I can’t approach to your hermitage
Into the sweetest sleep I know
With azure-white I disappear in a day
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Past pang is cold but colder than the ache
Into the many torrid hearts in days of yore
To fell in slumber through affection glee
But I am loved in tiny lights of Thee
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Halt time I couldn’t stop that moment yet
Wrung heart that given up without shot
By quiet darkness shall I find amongst
The hordes of ghosts and your soul at last
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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2019.
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Thine breath shall come to my breathe in
There is a whiff inside my stormy gale
And vernal breeze is pushing hard my back
A punch a host of stars – my anvil smith
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I saw a realm inside your sentimental mind
And long black dog was sweetly slept apart
Sore heart such vulnerable – stopping beat
However time is up and don’t repeat again
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Don’t wait your fate but go forth alone
And bitter tears choke you again
Too much beloved heart was broken
I see blue sky inside your eyes
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Do touch your youth in many nights
Across a silver stream we’d waded into
The endless vast expanse – you are so blue
Do I still tilt at windmills – miss you so much
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A host of tiny lights are whispering apart
The hearts are crying…speeches broken
His doggie had been sitting nearby
Such lone lachrymation in my heart
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Are you a handsome lad or pretty lady now
Why early dream impatiently wants come
Shy glance…I’d cast into your pang
A pack of shaggy monkeys stare everywhere
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The azure diamonds – handing on the sky
Blue sphere trembling in forgotten space
Of yore is waiting you with zeal
And wistful dandelions never meet again
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The shaggy fields are stretching everywhere
A sweaty smell attracts like ardent spring
In distance scrawny silhouette appeared
But passage of the green away afar
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Of what are we thinking in silent of night
As you I’m seeking the star thru the light
Why broken creatures still live on the Earth
But sooner or later the aching will gone
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Into the blue I have seen lone hearts
Thru the whiff of lazy breeze…I see you
That’s why I can hardly stand it the pain
And thou breath…the lives full of pang
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Did he go down to the angel’s tomb?
Yet freshness covered mossy stones
Thru early morning brume I am walking
And lichen struggles with the shaggy grass
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A heart to heart in vernal flatus dancing
