(as translated by Volodymyr Bilyk)
1. Verde
Our meeting reminds me of two birds
who decided to do the nest together for the first time:
awkward at first, no-nonsense then.
Fence nearby gets off soft moss glove
and we find straws of words,
green wind look into the insides.
there's a storm coming from a car on the selvede of the pavement,
we're trying to get a name for the color of the water under the bridge.
It's still blind - like a kitten - someone says.
You look at the tree just if you had a bud instead of heart,
I'm way more calmer - i've got sprout growing through my left leg.
I know already who i will become this summer.
1. Verde
Our meeting reminds me of two birds
who decided to do the nest together for the first time:
awkward at first, no-nonsense then.
Fence nearby gets off soft moss glove
and we find straws of words,
green wind look into the insides.
there's a storm coming from a car on the selvede of the pavement,
we're trying to get a name for the color of the water under the bridge.
It's still blind - like a kitten - someone says.
You look at the tree just if you had a bud instead of heart,
I'm way more calmer - i've got sprout growing through my left leg.
I know already who i will become this summer.
***
2.Raktas, or the Key
for M.K.
The key of the steel wolf enters
the hole of the Lithuanian wood.
Soft moss of words grows all over our room:
adds the green glow to your eyes, makes it weird.
I want to say "that's impossible"
You say "it is".
The key lies under the tongue -
its cold howling is sobering.
Moss Troops of Rudnick Forest
wins us over milimeter by milimeter.
I've hanged the white flag of fog by the river
Your ducts turned brier:
with breath-in of white flowers
and breath-out of red berries.
***
3.
Cozy cemetary,
but stormy waves of tombstones.
With time mirrored: 1943-1913.
Old trees overcome everything with its thick
Stranger comes here and there
- then ducks, child cries, goldie-dog runs along
You hear the voice of guide,
its watch-like ticking.
You want to hold hands tight,
step on the moss with a bit of uncertainty and certain fear of falling through
And then - in shrubs of tombstones
you see the terracotta back of vixen
Her tail wags fast
just like obscure lipstick traces on the gray cup.
2.Raktas, or the Key
for M.K.
The key of the steel wolf enters
the hole of the Lithuanian wood.
Soft moss of words grows all over our room:
adds the green glow to your eyes, makes it weird.
I want to say "that's impossible"
You say "it is".
The key lies under the tongue -
its cold howling is sobering.
Moss Troops of Rudnick Forest
wins us over milimeter by milimeter.
I've hanged the white flag of fog by the river
Your ducts turned brier:
with breath-in of white flowers
and breath-out of red berries.
***
3.
Cozy cemetary,
but stormy waves of tombstones.
With time mirrored: 1943-1913.
Old trees overcome everything with its thick
Stranger comes here and there
- then ducks, child cries, goldie-dog runs along
You hear the voice of guide,
its watch-like ticking.
You want to hold hands tight,
step on the moss with a bit of uncertainty and certain fear of falling through
And then - in shrubs of tombstones
you see the terracotta back of vixen
Her tail wags fast
just like obscure lipstick traces on the gray cup.
