В ледяную эпоху добра
Сохраняй лучших дней отпечатки
На сетчатке, почти опечатки
Черепками покрытого дна.
Черепицею лёгкой покрой
Слухозрение звёздного свода,
Чтобы слова немая свобода
Оголилась небесной Суккой.
Сорок лет по пустыне, сложи,
Избавляясь от двух поколений,
Чернокнижником их злоимений,
Безымянные вирши души.
Но и сам из таких же, ведь ты
Недоверчивым посохом воду
Рассекал как сухую породу, -
В эту землю тебе не войти.
Моисей
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In the ice age of virtue,
preserve the imprints of the best days
on the retina, almost misprints,
of the bottom covered with potsherds.
Cover with light roof tiles
the hear-sight of the starry vault,
so that the word’s mute freedom
may be laid bare by the heavenly Sukkah.
Forty years through the desert, compose,
ridding yourself of the two generations,
as a sorcerer of their evil deeds,
the nameless verses of the soul.
But you yourself are one of them, too, for you
with a distrustful staff were parting the sea
as though it were a dry rock -
into this land you shall not enter.
Гена Тихий 29.08.2026 22:09 • Заявить о нарушении
preserve the imprints of the best days
on the retina, almost misprints,
of the bottom covered with potsherds.
Cover with light roof tiles
the hear-sight of the starry vault,
so that the word’s mute freedom
may be laid bare by the heavenly Sukkah.
Forty years through the desert, compose,
ridding yourself of the two generations,
as a sorcerer of their evil deeds,
the nameless verses of the soul.
But you yourself are one of them, too, for you
with a distrustful staff were parting the sea
as though it were a dry rock -
into this land you shall not enter.
Гена Тихий 29.08.2026 22:09 • Заявить о нарушении