Александр Владимирович Глухов - A bunch of short verses

Александр Глухов A bunch of short verses

I am Alexander Glukhov. My nom de plume is Leonardo.

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Thee shot an arrow into the broken heart

To who you’ll send my amatory message

Thy carnal essence languishes in drought

Thine entity is yearning thoroughly for love

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A host of lusty spirits swept into your ache

They will never return but it is only the play

Through victorious odour, scent his leas

And e’en more interesting speaking with…

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Thoughtless by nature, will I wanna to be

Like a wildest savage with vigor and vim

Sweet lust is so sweetest on attic on high

Good morrow came…shall I do it with sorrow

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To plough on through spanking clouds

One heart’s love seldom needs your void

Amongst thy beauty foliage expansion

I am quite weak but I’m so that is that

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Dead not twitter – bird – I’ve seen on path

‘tis only ebony – goeth overwhelmingly into

Thru darkness we will fly into the blue

He who – you, my lone, my secret benefactor

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Alexander Glukhov. Leonardo Medichi (self-portrait). 2019.

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In doubt… – whether I shall…wait

By love, by night, by sea we’ll steer ship

And waived immunity in order fall in art

There is an affair d’amour – a vale of woe

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Not one…amongst the host of dreamers

Such poignant scent is kissing hand to me

And overwhelming happiness and glee

Thine breeze yet whispering inside of me

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Against the wanton principles of soul

A lot of times we wanna be obey

And thinking deeply through the gale

And speaking silently all day…

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Let nature be your man against your wish

Upon my heart – I see the only flower on Earth

Such deep attachment – I am living yet

At once do touch your destiny with me

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My humble hut – without Thee

Be bold as brass and devil lurks behind

In cloudland we will be dream apart

A native club of cock-and-hen-on mind

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I’ll throw myself on knees before Your essence

However…time was fled away to bliss

And stay away in arms of Morpheus forever

For often in the rain I miss you so much

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Among the living-wild-wicked beasts

I’ve had a dream of many sweetest lovers

Put on red cap – with only nature’s garb

Yet I am free – don’t care human hubris

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We’ve never to be cuddled up together

The fittest creatures only live

I shall see blue light – through the distance

Sometimes we kiss, we love, we – thieves

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All nights as such as this he sleeps

There are much poppies often grow

Thee so young – you are the best

We wanna cuddle up together – lone…

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In vain cursed-gypsy woman came

Through tangled art her spells away

My truthful friends are breeze and blue

But they forbid them go through

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These ancient deeds completely stuck in you

Yet vicious mind – such beauty with affection

The swollen buds in every spring

Thine brilliant sun in lust vertigo…

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The past away – into the nothingness directly

We’ll go for a stroll at dawn

Yet breeze is gone away forever

As if the snowdrops in children’s dream

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Excessively handsome and so much beauty

And I hide tears from the light

You’ve been forgotten in the days of yore

Me gimcrack sepulture forsaken

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To Prague with you I’ll walk on foot

Left all – we shall be lucky beggars

To feed each other every meal

Look at the stars together…pleasure

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I don’t speak French inside night dream

Thru depth of darkness in the land of Nod

Blue roses live – without any thorn

A host of shamrocks only at my feet

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One of the handwritten pages of this collection of verses. The initial version.

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Not see me at all through vertigo dancing

Thy thoughts are floating thru storm

But both of us are naughty-frenzied gale

I wander as breeze like lovely reverie

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No passing when it’s raining for so long

The lone path is going on and on

Through wild mind – via vicious temper

I doubt that you very wistful man…

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As long as light in you – without way

I try endure being far away from you

Such miserable hope – I see you

But yet I am I am with you…

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Outwardly I am calm and wild and strange

Pro tempore yet indwelling in our lives

I wanna save the vital spark myself

At once they see ignes fatui dancing

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None so cute as you amongst ashes

To whom…thou blowest smoke rings

From now on I always thank so muchly

But deadly time bid both of us – adieu

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Meanwhile I am stately strolling into…

Lethargy of thought – so many simple joys

I shall be striding over trees and fields

And always get inhale and exhale much

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Onward into the dream to land of Nod

And every night I want to walk abroad

Beneath the never-ending blue

He has been hibernating on with you

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By pristine law Thee heart – in Art

Cold kiss is colder than the icy air

In arms of Morpheus we’ll sleep again

My thoughts still wanton in the gale

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Yet must I fathom out…thee for myself

Insomuch that the sooth inside of me

And keep the deepest thoughts within

And glad – that I’m bewitched by you

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I stately way – he goes far away…

But silver water flows in the broken veins

I hear lone breeze…still blowing

And stunning vaulted blue – above…

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Thy longest light grew less and less

Through only solitary bliss with you

By tryly luck which had been hidden

But I am fathom deep in love till death

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Next time we shall be playing for a love

We shall be flying over sea so high

His ship was seen arriving to my sleep

We shall be standing in the nature’s garb

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Nay, I still live and lovely dancing

And badly hear – music conversation

She always sees the ship approaching

The empty path amongst the icy trees

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Let’s speak of something very lovely

On the lone beach – between two days

Your moon and sun I see no more

And both of us are fleetly itching for a love

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Aye…I wander into dream in hermitage

One tiny kiss can make you strange

Yet stranger than the rest in rainy breeze

Too yeasty waves are drifting into heart

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A. Glukhov. The last Fayum portrait. 2016.

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I’ll talk to you with cap of tea apart – so far

The vastness blue above I lie on beauty

And stars are looking straight at thee

Through azure ether – there are no pains

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A lot of lights are flickering into the blue

Inside the pure morning air – only bliss

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