*** A pale, yellowish light Rose from the autumn ground, Covered in leaves Like candles shivering In their brass sconces. The icy sky shone over the plane With constellations of…
*** The windows were tearing up From the tiresome rain, The trees in the landscape Shadowed themselves in a grey haze. Clouds, jostling aimlessly, Swept from the north-west, Dragging the…
Poetry *** I gazed and gazed into the whale-sized well, Besieged by arc-shaped spaces along the walls I stood in awe: the bottom - at the ground-floor - the “дно”…
*** Your winding sentences fly through my ears, Unending stream of stars - the tapestry of vowels, My eyes are asked to sing the pauses of your mouth My hand is…
21.06.2026 To my wheat *** Mowing hay side by side with the farmers, In the solstice breeze, goldest day, quite mead, Musing back to Tolstoy’s country hamlet, Where seas consisted…
*** I blur the forest’s contours, The trees lose their shape, The trunks turn to Stravinsky’s “Le Sacre du Printemps”. Snapped heads and twisted forearms Oaks, hornbeam, beech and spruce…
*** Was a wonderful winter once. Perhaps the warmest of times. A white wonderland waltz, With temperatures negative 35, With no scarfs, no gloves, no thoughts, Their first kiss in…
*** Icy winds have swept across Monceau, Blowed the skirts of chestnuts up, Dozens of long-legged fawns and does, Occupy the cattail swamps - hunttime! Willow bogs are thrilled with…
*** The sky over the forest of Monceau Is swelling, The flying boats of the chestnut leaves Are landing Over the salt-and-pepper waves - Your stormy hair, The smokey valley…
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