Слободкина Ольга
Only you, Love

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  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Размещен: 28/01/2009, изменен: 09/03/2021. 9k. Статистика.
  • Сборник стихов: Поэзия

  • Cosmic Trajectory
    My rainy pleasure,
    My cloudy kiss.
    Who can measure
    This cosmic bliss?
    Miscellany of thought
    And clarity of mind.
    What am I?
    I forgot.
    A bird? A tree?
    What kind?
    I'm getting whirled up in the star mess.
    I couldn't be happy on Earth, I guess.
    That's why I'm flying,
        flying Nowhere...
    Jan. 12, 1981
                 *                *                *
    To M.M.
    The flame of my cigarette lights up the ash-tray.
    We are together, but I feel lonely at the end of the day.
    Fall asleep, you're tired, I know.
    But don't show me that love has gone. It can't be so.
    You think, I'm crazy.
    Perhaps, you're right.
    But every writer has the right to write.
    We love only once
       and life goes by...
    Summer 1980
                                  *               *               *
    That was the night of inward probing.
    That was the night of making friends.
    That was a sleepless night of coping
    With flame of our hands.
    That was the night of hidden fire.
    That was the night of self-restraint.
    When regained my dead desire,
    When I was praying to you, my Saint.
    That was life's burning stream of Lethe,
    When I was floating in to the Past.
    That was the first and the last time I'm with thee.
    Here comes the Morning. Night can't ever last.
    March 1982
                                    *                *                 *
    The Island (A Letter)
    June 1982
    12th   I don't know what to write to you,
           It's raining all day long.
           I don't know how to talk to you.
           Its' gong to prolong.
    13th    The ravens cry high above,
            The wind sways the cobweb in my room.
            I'm all alone on the Island.
            There's no room for feeling.
            It's all cold, my love.
    14th    I've been dissolving in the Middle Ages,
            In history - its fortresses and churches.
            And now my inspiration parches
            And I float 'long the pages.
    15th    There is an old shabby church here
            With an old forlorn cemetery near.
            When I go there at Night
            I see a Man in White.
            He stands at the cemetery rear.
                                  *                 *               *
    To M.M.
    When all the stars shine in the Southern Sky
    And I, though sick, go out to watch the night.
    I see your eyes and feel that you're mine,
    My ever lasting love of glaring light.
                                   *                 *               *
    Oh, yes. We were together,
    We were alone.
    We watched the play of night and not a feather
    Was blown.
    Still were the ponds and burning candles,
    Those in the sky,
    Threw vague reflections upon the waters,
    So meak and shy.
    The place was old and old sensations
    Flashed through our souls.
    The Night was showing divine creations,
    Was playing roles.
    The magic stick was faintly stirring
    The sacred Past.
    Our youth, so fast ans so rip-roaring,
    Which couldn't last.
    The giddy Moon could easily render
    The ancient Time.
    The Night was warm, the Night was tender.
    And you were mine.
                                    *               *                *
    Nothing has happened.
    What is inside me
    No one will know.
    Maybe it's passion.
    Maybe you lied to me -
    Soon you will go.
    Shall I regret it?
    Shall I forget it?
    Noone can tell.
    Winter is rolling.
    Our youth is falling.
    Deep is the well.
    Nov. 29, 1986
                                     *               *                *
    Your fingers caressing the flame of the candle
    Were scaring my pain.
    Desire was floating - to dangle, to dandle
    The lovable rain.
    The creak of the skylight and show of the shadows
    And crack of the floor.
    The Winter stepped back letting out the meadows
    And love ever more.
    The Magical Past that was deep, that was dear
    Fell down like a leaf.
    And Mystery hovered about... quite near
    And over the cliff.
    March 30-31, 1987
                                     *                *                 *
    Two shadows on the Road of Night.
    Two shadows on the Earth
    Move up the hill drunk with delight
    Of starry birth.
    Their talk is silence and the Sea
    Plays fancy words along.
    And drags the Time of you and me.
    The stars are strong.
    The wind will blow into the face
    The fear of early dawn.
    And stars will fall into disgrace
    On Heaven's Lawn.
    Sept. 1987
                                     *                 *                *
    My flesh is silent and my mind serene.
    We are together - each of us alone,
    But never lonely. 
    Pure ulrtamarine
    Reins on the Island. That is Autumn. Only.
    You'll never turn my head or break my heart.
    I'm happy being balanced, being blank.
    We're now together, soon we'll be apart.
    And no regret - I'm absolutely frank.
    The Southern Sky, the roaring of the Sea,
    The Stars and mountains and the smell of salt.
    I shall remember all, but you and me.
    That's no one's fault.
    Autumn, 1987,
                                        *               *              *
    There is no chance for you and me.
    No real human chance.
    And our love will ever be
    A trascendental dance.
    My blind desire flows at night
    Along the Milky Way.
    My mind becomes a stream of light,
    Death-dealing ray.
    Your fire will find dry firewood
    Inside my core.
    And we shall burn whirled in this mood
    Once more.
    Your dreams will lull me in your lap
    And kiss me and caress.
    You'll spot me on the starry map,
    Hear me in the Moon's Mass.
                                          *              *              *
    There suddenly came a miracle -
    He and She.
    Two white butterflies
    Floated in the sea
    Of a white flower's love,
    Their wings overlapping.
    They were happy.
    We watched them from above -
    You and Me.
    Summer 1988
                                            *             *             *
    I've spent the whole day with my love
    Who is so fond of the Sky,
    So fond of the Height.
    Whose eyes are as blue as the Sky
    And high as the highest Height.
    I've spent the whole night with my love
    Who is so fond of the Sea,
    So fond of the Depth.
    Whose eyes are as blue as the Sea
    And deep as the deepest Depth.
    August 1988
                                             *             *             *
    We've lived a long life togeter - you and I.
    Made love in fine and nasty weather - all in my mind's eye.
    And you don't even know that - poor you.
    Will you ever regret my adieu?
    You won't even hear my adieu...
                                                *              *            *
    To J. C.-F.
    Six years passed -
    We met in Stockholm.
    Me - a foreigner.
    You - at home.
    We talked of age and distance and Time,
    Eternity, Life and Death. 
    A glass of white wine touched a glass of red wine
    And both were excited, I guess.
    You told me again:
    "You'll always be there."
    And fine drops of rain hang up on the air.
    The water stopped floating
      so much surprised
        to hear the sounds of Paradize.
    Two hours passed 
     in feudal Stockholm.
    They couldn't last -
       we both went home.
    Not the same place...
    Invisible lace
    Of our words
     hovering high
       to feed the birds...
    August 1989, Stockholm
                                 *                *                *
    To A Man
    Thinking about Riza Jones
    Don't touch a waman
    For she might be gone
    To distant floating islands,
    Far-off lands.
    And all the things of ordinary life
    Won't hold a candle to that Secret World.
    So, when it's over she will search again
    For this sensation,
    Mesmerising Light
    And will be wandering in the Outer Space
    Looking for Love,
    That you can never give...
    So, step aside,
    Stop your desire tides
    And thank the Lord
    For keeping you from this.
    Let her stay innocent,
    Look at the sky-blue Sky,
    Think of the rivers
    Going to the Sea
    And never know
    The Blasting Heart of Fire.
    Autumn 1992
                                      *                 *                 *
    To Alex
    Do you love me at early dew
    When the Sun sets up in the Sky
    To work for the heavy Earth
    And it's time to go out to work?
    Do you love in the afternoon
    When the Sun as all blossom and hight,
    The Earth is worn out by the heat
    And you're eager to break for lunch?
    Do you love me at half past five
    When the Sun dissolves in the day,
    The Earth's getting ready to rest
    And you feel it's time to go home?
    Do you love me when Midnight comes,
    The Moon soaks itself in the ink
    Of the deep black ocean-like Sky
    And your mind's going out to God?
    Do you love me?
    April 2, 1996
                                      *                *                 *
    My February love,
    The dream of melting snow,
    The dream of happiness,
      which is not doomed to be.
    Imaginary foam,
      stylistically new form
        when passions separate from me...
    March 1996
                                      *                *                  *
    to be continued

  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Обновлено: 09/03/2021. 9k. Статистика.
  • Сборник стихов: Поэзия

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