I have seen strange things
the teared clouds, towers bent to kiss
their basements, maim and abyss,
and earth that vomits own bowels out.
The sturdy bridges broken and unbowed
prodigious streams, swelled rivers, rising seas,
unthinkable destruction, broken trees
and mountains washed up and overpowered.
The days of Noah - no one could be found,
the tips of tall pine trees at outskirts
submerged in water, suffocated, drowned.
I saw before me floating huts and herds
with neither form nor life preserved around
and dreaded nothing more but soul that hurts
* * *
Cosas, Celalba mнa, he visto extraсas:
cascarse nubes, desbocarse vientos,
altas torres besar sus fundamentos,
y vomitar la tierra sus entraсas;
duras puentes romper, cual tiernas caсas,
arroyos prodigiosos, rнos violentos,
mal vadeados de los pensamientos,
y enfrenados peor de las montaсas;
los dнas de Noй, gentes subidas
en los mбs altos pinos levantados,
en las robustas hayas mбs crecidas.
Pastores, perros, chozas y ganados
sobre las aguas vi, sin forma y vidas,
y nada temн mбs que mis cuidados.
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Frankly yours, Valentyn Luchenko.
Валео Лученко 14.01.2003 12:58 Заявить о нарушении
I wish you a happy and productive New Year. I am looking forward to see more of your new poems, whatever the language you choose to write on. I find your work interesting and sincere.
Kind regards,
Boris
Борис Старосельский 16.01.2003 15:13 Заявить о нарушении