Слободкина Ольга
My new book of poetry. Part I
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Слободкина Ольга
(
olga_slobodkina@mail.ru
)
Размещен: 08/11/2026, изменен: 09/11/2026. 15k.
Статистика.
Сборник стихов
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Поэзия
1. It's cold. Very cold.
The islands are flooded...
The trees, waist-deep in the water,
Swim shivery, their legs tucked in...
The ducks and drakes glide smoothly
on the mirror surface
and leave patterns
they don't know about...
Neither do we...
We don't know
what trace we're leaving
in people's hearts...
May 12, 2025
***
2. When I was young
I was pondering
about real love
For me now
it means
the efforts
to atone
for the sins
of the dear one...
gone
Nov. 7, 2026
***
3. TO THE LAND OF KARA-DAG
In the Heaven, in songs, and in flowers,
The Immortal Spirit of Kara-Dag shall rise
And sing about the happiness of Queen Taiakh
And soar away with the Cimmerian flock.
Oct 5, 2026
***
4. People die
not
when they leave their bodies...,
but when
you stop thinking
about them,
when you stop talking to them
in your mind,
when you stop praying...
Then
in the world of your memory,
imagination
and in your heart
they end their existence
and die...
Feb. 17, 2026
***
5. In the morning
in my light sleep
I see my mother,
alive, talking on the land line -
she is invited to teach a Western University
A courier steps right into my flat
and starts unloading the packets,
although I always receive food orders
behind the door
Then a telephone call wakes me up
and I fall into a light sleep again
I see a bottle of champagne
and some beautiful lilies
What does it mean
to see
your mother, alive,
talking on the phone?
What does it mean
to see
a food courier
stepping into your flat?
What does it mean
to see
a bottle of champagne
and some beautiful lilies?
Jan. 3, 2026
***
6. The lanterns sparkle bright
On Moscow major streets,
With people passing by.
We do not know their ways.
They're almost all in black,[Like in a shadow show]
It's like a shadow show. [They're almost all in black]
Alone with their Fates...
Stern people passing by.
The lanterns sparkle bright.
The cold is fierce.
And everyone's alone...[Alone in their kind,]
But in their hearts they hear
The Angels singing sweet...
Or maybe not the Angels...
Through the reflection of the lanterns sparkling bright
People are passing by.
The cold is fierce.
[Reflections of the lanterns sparkle bright
People are passing by
The cold is fierce]
January 22, 2026
***
7. ***
Ah!
What a snow
fall !
The benches are piled up to the height,
up to the ears...
And so is my
window - all right!
Boys are playing in the snow
laughing to tears.
Am I in Moscow or where?
The elements don't care...
I walk with difficulty, weakening, like the swimmers of Rilke...*
I fell (slipped)... Oh! Oh! Fate won't hesitate to take a dig in you...
It's so true...
Moscow stands still.
Only snowplows are rolling.
The tram did not come - I walked through the snowdrifts, up and down...
Almost downhill...
Moscow stands still.
On foot, on foot, on foot...
Hold on, beautiful! Hold on!
A poetess wanders in obscurity through the snow...
Oh, Frost! Oh!
Will she be appreciated later...?
A good question... after all...
January 28, 2026
_________________________________________________________________________________________
*Allusion to Rilke's SONNETS TO ORPHEUS. Part I. 24:
"While we, like swimmers, lose strength" (translation into English)
***
8. All day long I wash the dishes,
All day long I scrub the pots.
Dust creeps in-from everywhere, it seems.
I can't go on like this anymore.
All day long I send out my works -
To every website and show.
All day long I count every penny.
All day long, I don't know what to do...
I can't go on like this anymore.
All day long time slips away like a kite in the sky...
All day long, old age takes hold of me.
And illness gives me no respite...
And there is so very little left for me...
February 1-3, 2026
P.S. All day long, all day long,
whether I'm in rush or in hover
Higher Powers are watching over...
***
9. No one knows
my soul
and its depths...
Only You, O Lord!
Only You!
No one knows
my holiness
and my darkness...
Only You, O Lord!
Only You!
No one knows
what I have endured,
nor what I have lived through...
Only You, O Lord!
Only You!
No one knows
the day of my end...
Only You, O Lord!