My verse (Gleb Shul’pyakov)

blind as a bird wind-blown
plumed over with names
of others–like the taste unknown
in the mouth that remains–
in eternal search, along the seams
seeking the edge of the days
how much of the future–it seems
to me so cold there always

 

 

мой стих

слепой как птица на ветру,

облепленный пером

чужих имен – как вкус во рту,

который незнаком –

на вечном обыске, по швам

все ищет край времен,

как много будущего – там

как холодно мне в нем

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One Response to “My verse (Gleb Shul’pyakov)”

  1. redgladiola Says:

    Beautiful though a little lonely.❤

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