Александр Владимирович Глухов - A bunch of short verses

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A silver thread was sewn by azure light

I won’t tell the truth next morning

At dawn we start to dance again

And listening to the howl music…

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Yet I am standing lonely on field

These days are nothingness for me

So many visionary precious…gone

Am I Thine lone stranger now?

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In slumber-land to Thee I blow breeze

So many birds keep flying lordly

In deepest forests they lit hearts

As madman we shall dance and dance

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One bird had brought to me a Message

The hugest vastness in Thine Dream

Who stands on cemetery yard?

Too late I came to thatched hut…

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We won’t stride together in this world

Thee cannot send a miserable message

Beneath the tree I’m listening your heart

I stroke grass with silent meditation

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In snow-land I live…I dream, I love

All nights he drifting…

Through the empty darkness…

There’re no thoughts in natural disaster

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All clad in blue and clouds slept above

Through slumber-land he flies so high

Oh, yes I know when I run to Thee…

Through simple beauties I’ll find you

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Gimmy your hand from Heavens dear Lord

I gotta fly…I wanna breathe…

Under the Sun arrange the royal feast

As simple lad I am going to Thee…

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How do you do, green blades of the grass

Wake up the sleeping birds and spirits

Who wants to slash my heart to pieces?

And dancing under raining waterfalls

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Much much more eating, dancing, drinking

And lovely music sounds all day long

Oh, ye, put modern garment on the legs

Allow me to dance with you midnight

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The Lords blew breezes through the lives

But I am lying on the morning grass

No regrets – you lying next to me

We are immortal due to ardent hearts

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Left Venice in midnight at twelve

No breath, no beating in my heart

Awaken day – my dear human beings

His pagan path will never ever trot

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Much air – misty dreams and breeze

And smoke clouds in the sleep

I won’t saint for you tonight again

Disheveled hair have been growing up

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Deep silence lying on the bed

Your flowers withering very lento

Why hope faded in my fate

I’ll fly over His shelter

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The pure air – he is a wind

Lit light in hearts – but why

So many – pensive thoughts

I lie among – the blades of grass

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A. Glukhov. Vase of time. 1989.

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There are much shadows in hearts

Oppressive thunder – deeply feeling

And hidden depths of ardent love

From whence I’ll fly over His shelter

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Oh, mighty nature full of vim and vigor

I’ll fend off thirsty for a time

He sought himself in past thru pictures

And fell in love with only starry night

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Although he’d heard His voice at night

The beauty begging you…delay!

Forgotten hermitage in slumber dreaming

They used to sing His heathen song again

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I’ve lost my heart along the Milky Way

Who’s hiding in the reed bed…why?

Egyptian spell was spoken by hermit

He dies at once but love still live in nights

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He is a breeze amongst the clouds

Such beauty blue I have not seen

You very thoughtful in the devil’s dream

A pair of pensive eyes you’ll see…

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Beside the little pond he’s sleeping

Oh,…protecting fairytale slumber

Till last gasp – his dream still lasting

Through wild breezes – the Light

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After rain the clouds walk away

Some hopes live – some dies indeed

There’re no whiff of ether anymore

The crimson lights of firmament…no more

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Two arrows are thrusting into sky

A frozen tree dies standing lento

And never play the forest music

He won’t win the toss and fly away

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In contemplation he has lost a part of heart

My pretty beard was the best or smart

And will become a soul of ancient statue

And slumbering in deepest dream tonight

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He’ll be enthroned in His realm

Primeval forest waiting Him tonight

Bizarre design He’ll weave all night

And no need to go with the crowds

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The heathens ventured into my heart

Are you inhabitant who’s dwelling here?

And has been bristling with the trees

The truth still soothing only simple lads

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Thine truth still dwelling over fields

Her heart breaks into smithereens

That’s why His Art inside my mind

The deepest abyss takes His Light

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Past never come again

They went away forever

Sore heart still aches

And much-much pang of pain

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Such freshness passed

Thru morning pure light

Whose heart had beaten?

Inside the ardent heart

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In dreams I’m lying on the morning grass

I’ll wet with dew and resting at your feet

And makes incursions on His wild Heart

Thee will remit my aching pain and sins

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A. Glukhov. A. Portrait. 2019. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.

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Light darkness making friends sometimes

Beside the mountain I’ve seen a lone path

Be quiet , music will be soothing me again

Too much endeavours done it but too late

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Wars have been slaying many men

That’s why I want to be with you

And waiting happiness in desert

I’ll go from border to border in vain

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Have I turned to ancient statue?

Let me take last breath!

Woe to my heart – woe to me

Much strange and dark dread

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One Prince is ploughing over the sea

Wrung heart was filled with sorrow

Winds…winds dancing trough the breeze

There will be howling gale into dream

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Sometimes I wanna rest in coffin

In light I haven’t seen the light

Much time I am lying on the bed

Under the blanket dwelling paradise

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Truth deeply hidden in the heart

Today starts torture early

A lot of clouds – firmament above

The beauty stream I’ll see in mirror

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There ain’t no more much energy in spring

Don’t mind I lie beneath the tree

Who lit me up the way with candle?

Save me against from evil eyes!

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We shall be unfurling all banners today

The sword is unsheathed in the hand

What’s lurking in desperate mind?

Their hearts are always clad in black…

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Take heed the time when nature sleeping

They’ll have an hour’s doss the blue above

Don’t light the torches over night

Come toward me while I’m sleeping

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They say that raven is a sign of death

I’ll freeze in snow – dream and slumber

An ancient passion in the days of yore

Let it be bygones in my dreaming

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There is a film of dust of yore

I felt a little dizzy over there

Some things enticing anywhere

A steep way down to the heart

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The knight bestowed me His heart

He won’t aspire to the ancient throne

And wanna thaw in Venice for tonight

Don’t fade from memory forever

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Run round the lives again and again

But sudden sometimes glimpse…

I shall not overcome and pass away

We’ll fly through limbo to sweetest kiss

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