Sergey Gorodezky
From the ‘Chaos’ cycle
Сергей Городецкий
Из цикла «ХАОС»
Беспредельна даль поляны.
Wind does sift through fields
And skelter –
Dionysus’s short of temper.
Does evoke a savage cry –
Rage of Sun in flaring sky;
Round dances, circle dances,
Giving way to hidden senses:
Mounts, beasts and human souls –
Are assigned all parts and roles.
Let us raise our joint voices
To declare folk rejoices.
Let’s confirm the ancient fable
With a claim: Yes, we are able!
Just the fervent pristine passion
Disenchants bewitched creation!
And eternal distant sound
Reaches aim – the blind crowd.
Splash of chaos might rebound,
Sending space its frothy sound.
Sergey Gorodezky From The Chaos cycle
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