Hold me

Hold me in life,
stronger! Be bolder!
For the voice –
it will break in the cry of the cranes
and become a ghost of the one
standing at your closed doors,
nervously waiting for an answer...
Hold me here! –
a piece of advice: with a lie,
not having understood the unmistakable signs,
not having felt the depths of my soul –
a strand of gray hair,
not caressed by your hand,
and my heavy cross,
fallen the other day and not picked up,
that you have never carried, throwing it away...
Hold me,
the Everest not conquered by me!
for the tragedy of the unequal Spring,
for the dreams
that immediately sank from the pain
into Impossibility!
for the scroll-like words,
snatched by me from the lips
of the snowfalls and the Muses –
my poetic ace of trumps
not beaten by your king!
for the union,
doomed to death before birth!
for the movements into the distance,
along the unevenness of the asphalt roads
toward the monastery,
where our God – the atheist –
has prepared a place for me,
in the thin neckerchief –
oh, that strangling silk! –
instead of the thirst for life,
He will inhale the autumnal breath of dark ages...
Hold me!
by the sleeve of my miraculous Armani dress
for a pitiful beggar –
not even a penny of reciprocity in the pocket!
Hold me!
in the narrow confines of your innocence! –
by the heart, which is wider
than the latitudes of the earth,
from the Atlantean guards at the Secret Doors –
in the girl from the Dolce Vita perceiving a whore,
they will drive her away immediately,
but she was a queen!
exactly! – even in Heaven
I’ll be an outsider...
Hey, wait!
Hold me!
over the frightened abyss
in the Night,
going away
to another...

February 22, 2008