A bunch of short verses

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A. Glukhov. Drapery. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.

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Dark thunder storm of wicked rain

Half-broken heart beating but fatigue

Cold drizzle falling all day long

Much salty favor on the beach…

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Dim light I see on firmament above

Our hearts struggle very hard

The drollest dreams are melting fast

A blanket of the morning grass

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Ye thou hairy twigs there are so much

I fell on knees before the greatest trees

At last I touch the double moon

This night that never come again

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Short light I’m seeing and gale burst

All died but left that vertigo past

We shall not touch and won’t look upon

I lie – above the beauty dawn…

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A pair of drunken summer storms

Do craving for much yummy breath

Too many dents after the heavy blow

So many thoughts she went away

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Ignes fatui sing their melancholy song

The spunky lad is lying under tired sod

The earth ate heart but ashes still alive

To you thru sunny beam I run…

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Two wiry arms as strong as wild winds

His gale has been spanking dream

Through twisting dance I am with you

The ancient stamina and you and I

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Your torrid eyes I see through the time

An ardent knight is living in my heart

In May I’d met the idle lazy tree

With brutal vigor I am free…

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Dense forest calling me to Thee

Amongst the trees are pure rivers

I gaze and gaze inside the Dark

And no winds from now on at last

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I rubbed and rubbed the juicy grass

Be good to me in silent morning

Such mortal drugs in human veins

But human words hurt more than swords

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Much-many ladybirds were flying over head

I’d looked upon that summer field of past

On fingers had been sitting twelve at once

It was a memory but slowly still lasts…

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Upon my tomb yet snowflakes are falling

Last winter song in distance I’ve heard

I’ve no seen bright colors in blue light

A pensive truth for wintertime indeed

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But by the welkin, nature keeps the sooth

Again affection-passion in my dreams

A light through light in solitary gleam

I gotta drinking freshness of the air

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Thine paints are playing with each other

Much snow-flakes still whirling over heads

In pool they drown very promptly

And stars on water see His pain…

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There is a heart in golden cage and chains

Resplendence hid your raving beauty

Sore pang lacerated wild youth again

In pristine waters live your lone pain

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On cloud I’ve been sitting drinking tea

Beside the sea much sparkles disappear

Do wanna ride with me through space?

That’s why blue sky still living here…

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The dewy grass are talking with my feet

With passion I will run through morning

Why have no more the feeling in thy lore

With tea on moon I wanna to be sitting

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To whom to who I sang these songs

A lot of beauty – trees along

To left to right – forbidden chance

She smiles toughly – Love above

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As wild wind she’s sauntering with me

The sunset comes along the stormy sea

Two figures sitting on the beach apart

A cruel king will capture ardent hearts

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The stormy nature called on Him

I am with Him – nocturnal party

No doubt – pain still dwell with me

Lethargic trees – there are no tears

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A. Glukhov. Winter landscape. 1990. Kolobova's collection in St. Petersburg.

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Beyond the woods I won’t see His castle

Such picturesque attire thru the trees

Before the dream I’ll touch His hand

In sea of sins I’ll set my journey off

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With vim and vigor wild nature danced

Few silent speeches but without words

Black fields behind us – I am gone

Step forward it is our way…

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What is the virtue in the sky?

A light lit slightly…sun sets lento

Amongst the nature – beauty hue

Ignes fatui shining – not in you…

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His thoughts are scudding through the air

Right in the heart there is a nook for Art

Across the air bridge lies empty barren

And heathen love dwells in the vault

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I’d seen an ancient statue in my dream

Who are required me all nights?

And sees much tokens of death?

I had a saunter till the morning breeze

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But whither is fled the ardency of love

Her whiff of lust surmounts verdant wind

A horde of horses neighing not so far

Shall we abscond from sultry prison?

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Not far from home I shall wander

Forlorn stars will say goodbye

A lot of lovers meet in parting day

I wish to ride amongst the stars

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Let’s think in lonely with pain

Yet lie among the morning grass

Your forest – frozen in white

On Monday morning soar above

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Much time star’s searching for a friend

A hint of smile lives in dreaming

There are no more but two of them

To be so close to the azure heavens

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Cerulean sky and cobalt blue in eyes

The lights may meet sometimes someday

You may be changed but not again

A host of rolling clouds over there

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Yet light resplendence in the dance

Who hid blue sounds in the buds

You’d sought mysterious instinct

As felon vagabonds we love again

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Unfledged the youngest nom-de-plume

You like a feather floats in the sky

And wafting through the open air

We never love each other on the stage

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For heaven’s sake I overcome temptation

I shall be playing with the naughty Time

Thine slightest touch I never take it

I’ll catch it only in my dream…

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I wanna be befriend and shadow of you

I feel the impulse of your heart again

And every day I talk with silent trees

I’d come to Thee but little rather late

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Dull fields in winter whisper

All twigs are frozen today

I heard dim sounds only

The snowflakes are glistering in vain

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A. Glukhov. Self-portrait with horns. 2019. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg.

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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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His mighty heart…stop beating – flight

To whom I go via tangled light

Let’s pass thru air in the sky

But paunchy belly wanna eat…

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The summer breeze ignites your hazel eyes

Yet youth attracts hard gale in the heart

He puts the torture over and over again

And wandering…amongst in vain…

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A. Glukhov. Interior detail. 1990. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg.

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Will I refresh myself in juicy foliage?

And am I standing on the dewy grass?

The light of sunny beams are disappeared

Such sweetest slumber in the dream

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Two birches dancing on the hill

Speak with each other – silence – peace

A whisper talking with the trees

But grass – vertigo in breeze…

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Why I see beauty in the sky?

You’ll find her tears in her heart

Above the clouds – hermitage

A frozen star – in breeze…

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Inside your hazel eyes I saw desire

You was beside the wall – we long apart

In cobalt-blue all thoughts away

We lacked the vigor in the chains

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Away away but I am drunk by Thee

Beloved breeze I love you so much

We’ll both see a golden-rose in glee

I’m a scrawny shepherd lying with ye

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Photo from 1980.

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You are my friend but I’m no friend for you

You are a knight with lonely pensive eyes

A bit you’ve lost your path – I am too late

You’ll live with light when I’ll die with pain