1. There are feelings...
  You know what these feelings are like -
they never leave you
  from the moment of their inception
until...
  untill.. for ever...

They will go with you
 when you leave
this treacherous world...

And while you're still here...
  they lie down
- so deep,
   unchanged,
and no other feelings
  can take their place...


June 5, 2013


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2. Once again, dry leaves are rustling under my feet in the autumnal surf.
And the warm Sun is lining the last sweet herbs.
And Heaven seems to have reconciled with the Earth...
Forgave the insults, the loss...
Or simply forgot...
How I wish I could forget...
Is it worth...?

August 23, 1997


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3.  Faces on buildings.
      Mascarons.
        What else is there to say?
  
  Maybe a lot,
   maybe nothing...
  
  Sometimes
   you feel you don't wanna know
  anything about them...
  
  
  They're so beautiful...
   Isn't that enough...
  
  
  
  
  Jan. 20, 2020


4. The Sunset...
Yes, after all, I was born at Sunset.
All day long - bustle, and suddenly...
Quieter... The Spirit's Inaudible Sound
And the soul straightens in mental stature,
Closing its circle of prayer.

So the soul goes out -
"Very gently, painlessly..."
(as my mother told me)
Into the world of the troubled Earth,
"As if it slipped out..."
To freedom? To captivity?
Closing its circle - 
So it will go.
I'm afraid to write, inopportunely predicting
The Exit into Eternity - my final Flight.
I dare not say what I know.
I don't know.
But I was born at Sunset,
and soon
The Sun will set behind the Earth for the night.


June 3, 1998


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5. When I was loved...
   things were just fine -
the thin Orenburg shawl,
       gossamer, the whitest in the world,
the light gray flannel coat,
   its folds falling so softly,
and the lapels laying so delicately on my shoulders...

And now the coat is fitting,
  like plywood sheets on the Snow Woman,
     the shawls keep slipping off my head,
even in churches.

I tell myself I do not like the shawls...

But that is not the point!

In the miraculous-horrendous world,
   in which we live,
I am restless...

And only the Egregor 
    of Images and Words
   is holding me, 
just as before,
   and welcomes me,
helping me to forget the bad...

And ever more inspires...


December 2, 2025


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6. It appears,
   like a mirage in the desert,
this island...
   and floats toward the horizon.

Tiran Island...
   Now -
only a dream
   to remember.

I was lucky - I saw
   that aerial flight
over the sea...

The sea changes its color...
   Azure,
turquoise -
  aqua tint...

Tiran Island 
 is in my memory.

Now,
 no matter what,
I saw it,
  I know it.
It's part of my being...

And, besides memory
   and impressions,
what do we have?

We,
  particles
in the memory of The Lord...


7.  One week is left
  and I'll be born

Only one week -
   just wait

I'll show this world
  what I am worth -
not soon and not too late


One week is left
  and I will step
into this world at once

I'll show this world,
  but not a sword -
a word, a song, a dance




November 19, 2025