Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega sreÄanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila
Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega sreÄanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila Zbornik Mednarodnega literarnega sreÄanja Vilenica 2004 - Ljudmila
On the Tail of Autumn A butterfly descends Into the spider’s web softly... As the summer into autumn... At eight – peacefully and darkly And unusually hesitant. I am swaying, floating Under the magnifying glass of the last drop of summer, Beams breaking through the felt, Of a guarded silence. During a pause, the evening slips, Places upon the shoulders Of the transparent Milky Way A numb silence... ...then wings grow. Oh, autumn! Artjom Kavalevski The Metamorphosis They stood mighty and solid, the pillars of our firsts And then firsts again, and seconds, and thirds, But then so monotonous, Still our own (but first) goodbye-shots. And it was a thieving winter. And us it hunted. But we did not care and cried... ...the pillars still kept on standing. And we would laugh so idiotically, melt snow on our lips: Magical ice cream! The metamorphosis of the little sunny hare into a moon wolf Was not at all so sudden: Enough of our happiness he had seen Not in retreat but...at it howling – We took this to be our lullaby: Mhm ay ay – mhm ay ay – ay... 202
Rotation for Yuri Gagarin Artjom Kavalevski The sun on the surface of the steel rocket was melting: Embracing him – Man, were the rays. All the light pouring into the young face – Years, centuries, just that he will remain. Here he is alone, here he is unique, But there – multiplied, there – fractured Into a billion billion Y.G. The verticals of space, of the atmosphere Like needles through him passed, Then – free of them once away. Look – how perfect the movement Of man on the photograph! Lift-off – higher and higher (but this not straight away) He – is the first nail in the heavenly planks The nameplate on the blue doors With the inscription Y.G. And – everywhere – Y.G. He touched: Y.G. Y.G. Y.G. He ranked: Y.G. Y.G. Y.G. He achieved: Y.G. Y.G. Y.G. He returned: Y.G. Y.G. Y.G. …………………............................... The little girl shouted loudly into her mother’s ear: Y.G.! ………………………………………………........................................................ An echo – Y.G. …………….............. He’s up there – Y.G. ……………........................ Beyond recall Y.G. 203
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On the Tail of Autumn<br />
A butterfly descends<br />
Into the spider’s web softly...<br />
As the summer into autumn...<br />
At eight – peacefully and darkly<br />
And unusually hesitant.<br />
I am swaying, floating<br />
Under the magnifying glass of the last drop of summer,<br />
Beams breaking through the felt,<br />
Of a guarded silence.<br />
During a pause, the evening slips,<br />
Places upon the shoulders<br />
Of the transparent Milky Way<br />
A numb silence...<br />
...then wings grow.<br />
Oh, autumn!<br />
Artjom Kavalevski<br />
The Metamorphosis<br />
They stood mighty and solid, the pillars of our firsts<br />
And then firsts again, and seconds, and thirds,<br />
But then so monotonous,<br />
Still our own (but first) goodbye-shots.<br />
And it was a thieving winter. And us it hunted.<br />
But we did not care and cried...<br />
...the pillars still kept on standing.<br />
And we would laugh so idiotically, melt snow on our lips:<br />
Magical ice cream!<br />
The metamorphosis of the little sunny hare into a moon wolf<br />
Was not at all so sudden:<br />
Enough of our happiness he had seen<br />
Not in retreat but...at it howling –<br />
We took this to be our lullaby:<br />
Mhm ay ay – mhm ay ay – ay...<br />
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