Александр Владимирович Глухов
A bunch of short verses
Who are required me all nights?
And sees much tokens of death?
I had a saunter till the morning breeze
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But whither is fled the ardency of love
Her whiff of lust surmounts verdant wind
A horde of horses neighing not so far
Shall we abscond from sultry prison?
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Not far from home I shall wander
Forlorn stars will say goodbye
A lot of lovers meet in parting day
I wish to ride amongst the stars
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Let’s think in lonely with pain
Yet lie among the morning grass
Your forest – frozen in white
On Monday morning soar above
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Much time star’s searching for a friend
A hint of smile lives in dreaming
There are no more but two of them
To be so close to the azure heavens
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Cerulean sky and cobalt blue in eyes
The lights may meet sometimes someday
You may be changed but not again
A host of rolling clouds over there
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Yet light resplendence in the dance
Who hid blue sounds in the buds
You’d sought mysterious instinct
As felon vagabonds we love again
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Unfledged the youngest nom-de-plume
You like a feather floats in the sky
And wafting through the open air
We never love each other on the stage
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For heaven’s sake I overcome temptation
I shall be playing with the naughty Time
Thine slightest touch I never take it
I’ll catch it only in my dream…
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I wanna be befriend and shadow of you
I feel the impulse of your heart again
And every day I talk with silent trees
I’d come to Thee but little rather late
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Dull fields in winter whisper
All twigs are frozen today
I heard dim sounds only
The snowflakes are glistering in vain
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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait with horns. 2019. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg.
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A silver thread was sewn by azure light
I won’t tell the truth next morning
At dawn we start to dance again
And listening to the howl music…
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Yet I am standing lonely on field
These days are nothingness for me
So many visionary precious…gone
Am I Thine lone stranger now?
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In slumber-land to Thee I blow breeze
So many birds keep flying lordly
In deepest forests they lit hearts
As madman we shall dance and dance
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One bird had brought to me a Message
The hugest vastness in Thine Dream
Who stands on cemetery yard?
Too late I came to thatched hut…
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We won’t stride together in this world
Thee cannot send a miserable message
Beneath the tree I’m listening your heart
I stroke grass with silent meditation
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In snow-land I live…I dream, I love
All nights he drifting…
Through the empty darkness…
There’re no thoughts in natural disaster
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All clad in blue and clouds slept above
Through slumber-land he flies so high
Oh, yes I know when I run to Thee…
Through simple beauties I’ll find you
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Gimmy your hand from Heavens dear Lord
I gotta fly…I wanna breathe…
Under the Sun arrange the royal feast
As simple lad I am going to Thee…
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How do you do, green blades of the grass
Wake up the sleeping birds and spirits
Who wants to slash my heart to pieces?
And dancing under raining waterfalls
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Much much more eating, dancing, drinking
And lovely music sounds all day long
Oh, ye, put modern garment on the legs
Allow me to dance with you midnight
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The Lords blew breezes through the lives
But I am lying on the morning grass
No regrets – you lying next to me
We are immortal due to ardent hearts
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Left Venice in midnight at twelve
No breath, no beating in my heart
Awaken day – my dear human beings
His pagan path will never ever trot
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Much air – misty dreams and breeze
And smoke clouds in the sleep
I won’t saint for you tonight again
Disheveled hair have been growing up
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Deep silence lying on the bed
Your flowers withering very lento
Why hope faded in my fate
I’ll fly over His shelter
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The pure air – he is a wind
Lit light in hearts – but why
So many – pensive thoughts
I lie among – the blades of grass
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A. Glukhov. Vase of time. 1989.
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There are much shadows in hearts
Oppressive thunder – deeply feeling
And hidden depths of ardent love
From whence I’ll fly over His shelter
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Oh, mighty nature full of vim and vigor
I’ll fend off thirsty for a time
He sought himself in past thru pictures
And fell in love with only starry night
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Although he’d heard His voice at night
The beauty begging you…delay!
Forgotten hermitage in slumber dreaming
They used to sing His heathen song again
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I’ve lost my heart along the Milky Way
Who’s hiding in the reed bed…why?
Egyptian spell was spoken by hermit
He dies at once but love still live in nights
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He is a breeze amongst the clouds
Such beauty blue I have not seen
You very thoughtful in the devil’s dream
A pair of pensive eyes you’ll see…
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Beside the little pond he’s sleeping
Oh,…protecting fairytale slumber
Till last gasp – his dream still lasting
Through wild breezes – the Light
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After rain the clouds walk away
Some hopes live – some dies indeed
There’re no whiff of ether anymore
The crimson lights of firmament…no more
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Two arrows are thrusting into sky
A frozen tree dies standing lento
And never play the forest music
He won’t win the toss and fly away
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In contemplation he has lost a part of heart
My pretty beard was the best or smart
And will become a soul of ancient statue
And slumbering in deepest dream tonight
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He’ll be enthroned in His realm
Primeval forest waiting Him tonight
Bizarre design He’ll weave all night
And no need to go with the crowds
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The heathens ventured into my heart
Are you inhabitant who’s dwelling here?
And has been bristling with the trees
The truth still soothing only simple lads
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Thine truth still dwelling over fields
Her heart breaks into smithereens
That’s why His Art inside my mind
The deepest abyss takes His Light
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Past never come again
They went away forever
Sore heart still aches
And much-much pang of pain
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Such freshness passed
Thru morning pure light
Whose heart had beaten?
Inside the ardent heart
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In dreams I’m lying on the morning grass
I’ll wet with dew and resting at your feet
And makes incursions on His wild Heart
Thee will remit my aching pain and sins
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A. Glukhov. A. Portrait. 2019. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.
