Volodymyr Bilyk - Appropriation Act

Hello!


Urgent Comment:

I've tried and failed to translate one poem. 

Not because it's too hard but because i've got some sensory 
overload while thinking about it. 



(insert "Indiscipline" melody here) 


It was "Yes and this...yes, and this too...and this! yes! 
yes!" and so on.

So instead of direct translation I've made an Appropriation 
Act 

- wrote something like this. 

With all the thoughts i've got from my own experiences of 

"roaming midst the winter"...


This be the Tribute


I'm roaming midst the winter,

Blizzard, blizzard-blizzard

Steam ahead 

and By the way - I'm freezing 


- no odds behind

the stations platform lights

just floaters doin' what they do

before the eyes half-shut


And later 

on the homeward train

I'm getting warm enough

to wrap oblivion around the cold behind...


But The Mysterious Yearning 

Secretive Sad 

Lonely Troubled 

Confused Loving Musical 

Beautiful  Sensitive 

Haunted Passionate 

Tender Mr.Frost remembers me fondly:


he waits for me on the platform, 

knacky -

BLIMEY!

I spit in burst of temper - 

- lip cracks 

in branches contour - 

I smile in anger:


- "I ain't got time to bleed." - i think
- "pass me the salt, please" i'd say 
"I'd like it significant."...

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Sincerely,
Volodymyr