The hurt is deep, the hope is dead,
Yet I am longing for his voice...
But in a meantime I pretend
That life is just a conscious choice.
My soul is cynical and old,
There is a punch-line to my mores:
I keep my virtue by default -
He doesn't call me anymore.
Май, 2008.
Life is... - 2
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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It is striking how a different language dictates a different expereince. This one sound more action driven (without an outright action) and decisive, than your far more introspective "Российское бездорожье".
But it is still as poignant.
Беляева Дина 22.05.2009 00:38 • Заявить о нарушении
But it is still as poignant.
Беляева Дина 22.05.2009 00:38 • Заявить о нарушении
I used to post my poems on a public forum, and this particular poem was a response to someone else's poem - it was a kind of a poetic dialogue. I agree when we write in a certain language, it does dictate the parameters of both the poem and the feeling conveyed in it. I really like English for prose, it's so laconic, and you can easily say something in 10 words that you would need to say in 150 words in Russian. However, most of my poems are in Russian, for one reason or another. I don't actually sit down and think "today I shall write in Russian or in English" - it just happens.
Thank you, Dina!!
Кристина Девулите 22.05.2009 03:41 Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, Dina!!
Кристина Девулите 22.05.2009 03:41 Заявить о нарушении