Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

12 poems

Water shivers in a glass From the cold. Its feminine trembling From the cold. Now the nights are cold, In another moment—the first leaf will fall. A year of our love already has passed, And all, it seems, is the scent of that leaf And that water in a glass. And it won’t be long To this year that’s already passed.

And a shoe tossed aside, Clothes on a chair, and till morning A tunnel wind makes the water froth in the glass— In another moment, and a stream will break out from it.

In a way that a century maybe is just a step. When the black silk tunnel burns, And August like an unexpected shout, And all of life is a stream or a gulp...

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