Pulverulent pigeons
sit calm on the wire
and look at an ugly girl
after goodbye.
Past rendezvouses
Were gently embellished
with flapping your wings
and flights,
And bread crumbs,
And moss paths,
And following Solitude -
In all of its Highness -
is mist of the past.
Poor ugly girl's crying,
the pigeons're abandoned
They are not belonging to her
They seek after
Chilled tin
somewhere on the suburbs
The won't be here anymore.
Do not say goodbye!
Your comfort is happiness,
I'm gonna be laughing
When dreams have come true
The yesterday's sun
Will return unexpectedly,
and draw on the windows
its matted portrait.
Pulverulent pigeons
are silly and Impudent!
With bluish inwrought neck
You're waiting for me!
Those bread crumps
And Moss paths
Will finally lead me
To you, dear pigeons,
My happiest birds...
translation by Kaya Ch.
original verse is in russian.
dusty
© Copyright: Марина Хирш, 2011
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