Jarosław Szczęsny Binkowski, a poet
Belief
The rhythms of summer are already slowing down
September rested like a contemplative
And the sun goes down after the leaves
He looks for the winged traces of dreams
He is looking for traces engraved in hearts
He is looking for the feelings of those unexpired
He's looking for that one place
Where the spell broke the wingless angels
Time is running out, slowly fading away
However, I did not lose my faith
White fairy tales spin trees from clouds
Until then, I had endured honestly
I've lost everything rotten
I still believe in the footsteps of her
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Spring
You come so discreetly, Lady
To scatter anemones like snow
By greening you will save your memories
After the recent void and purge
How vivid the voices are
From awakened forests and meadows
Let us draw the dew of the resurrected
And let's get drunk with it like farts
A jealous daffodil in the gardens
Pale, turn yellow in front of the primula
And somewhere in the grass, little violets
They will conquer the whole world with their beauty
We will go much further
Jacob's having a ladder
When the rose bushes bloom
We will count the happy moments
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Drunkard
And this clown, who is this one
There is such a freak flying out of the chair
And the frightened beast blindly
The orbital circles are staggering
And it mumbles, twists its snout like this
Showing the toothless gums
A circus freak raises his eyebrows
Like Mephistopheles mad
He collapsed heavily, rolls with a thud
And it's cut all over
Like an apple on a hedgehog's lances
… It grows quickly, darkens in the perineum
And he's like that crumpled turtle
On the floor in a pool of urine
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Dog fate
An animal dug by the wall
They tucked the tail and tops
Again, something's wrong with you
That he takes his revenge on a mongrel
The point of the shoe hits the ribs
And toto won't even sing
It is shaking like a fever
The human evil eye will shine
The human jaw will catch
You're in a bad mood again
There is fear that does not bark
Fear pressed against the wall
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About London
You'll find a colorful crowd in London
The measure of happiness is a smile
Ghostly pumpkins in the windows
They scare with a leaky belly
Compassion is an alien manner
There is luxury no one dies
It only buys. The horses
In the city's dormant womb
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Forest echoes
I explore Krakow's forest echoes
The forest is growing younger, the flowers shine in a circle
I'm far from urban mold
I live in a fox next to my family
The shower sprinkled, the forest breathes
And deep in the burrow, the noses glow
The cubs will start to push themselves apart
How surprised and carefree
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Cat on the go
There is a thicket of legs in the tunnel
It flows like the Vistula
The crowd is pounding on its clunky mouth
The ceiling is shaking, the plaster is splashing
But it shakes the underworld
Sculpted hips
They rock the women
And they carry what's next
The box was also carried
Orange
With country eggs?
No, with an important person
What the hell
It nests in this box
It's neither Chinese nor Gremlin
Milord himself sits in it
He would be ringing on a mustache
Under women's heels
This strange tourist
Venerable Siamese cat
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About the brother who lost his pants
May spring wings in Krakow
Uniform flashes with phosphorus
Somewhere at the Lubicz stop I am fishing
Lengthy conversations
The filthy drunk doesn't want to take away
His butt, he protests
The abracadabra grows stiff
When the stand-up man writes it down
The neighbor sits quietly as a bunny
About the eyes blown up by the endosperm
Something golden-pearl is rising there
In the intimate area of the crotch
The guards are silent and the tension increases
God forbid!
The grandfather leaned on crutches - enough!
You have to take the azimuth to the station
And, like a turtle, it scrambles hard
And step by step, lower and lower
They pull together like harmony
Pants hanging on the penis
The snail will shamelessly look out of his pants
Goodbye, nice stop Lubicz
And this is how the poem about my brother ends
What he lost without pardon
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Under Krakow skies
Englishmen in a Polish pub
Again the night and the fluidity of poetry
Hence the Italians say Dante
And the ivy is good for a wreath
And it's all laughable
Poles say Caesar
The English Jesus Christ
Others squint
As if I was unnecessary weed
The English are very happy
They take the poet for a beer
They put it in the best
That he would have a better life
I'm wearing a cowboy hat
Londoner my crown
Cabbage companies?
A snap of the nose in a playful drown
A canopy with a bottle in the pub
The tongue is electrifying
Vodka is a snuffbox
When he is priming with the cap on the nose
And the way out is queen's
Urinate with displacement
In SS stride
To have a hundred-meter piss
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I never had a homeland
I never had a homeland
It is in vain to look for it in the world
I watch black horses
In the rowan flares September
Three Roma at my window
He knocks again in the quarry
And my shirt got wet
And the dream is ringing in drops
The horses prick their ears
Gypsies knock on the glass
The fire of the goddess Kali
It rises in litany
They are already reaching people
Some magic signals
A charm like an angel under the flute
Radharani is already dancing
I never had a homeland
I am looking for my soul mates all over the world
My black horses -
Only you will understand
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Art cat portrait
Composed into the green of Brody
A faded, frayed cat
He guards the manor with a blurred eye
An old tomcat with a snake head
The harmonica is stretched into flight
And it goes through the bars through the window
It hardly mews anyway in thought
He plows down his corridor in silence
And he straightens long legs
Cedron in the park with tied force
She blows on the veins of amazed strings
And all this the cat dreamed of
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The book of winter
In winter the village is tied by jaw with teeth on a rope. Frosty night
The phenomenon of star-shaped irises and thistles on the shafts
Spruces and pines by the roads play their violin up to the sky
And with the bundle of silver, the moon squeezes through to the houses of cards again
Tracks animals tracks people at night Visits every corner
He learns the secret of a man when his hearing is set like a radar
Silent in the snow, the light of the apparition under the guard of the trees will guide the step
And under this light, a winged vena creeps into the head
Those who read the book of winter will soon see their gray temple
The village flows slowly with an apple tree in a white corset
The smoke from the chimney rushes only as if it paid the gods a duty
Through the glass-covered forest, the mountain is telling us an old tale
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Pool
I will find my reflection in a pond
Where I was looking for tadpoles
When wicker on the leaves of the baking tray
They began to silver with foams
In my eyes the movement of the yellow rim
What flowed over the dark sand
Where the spider lives in the bulrushes
I discovered a dragonfly as volatile as a poem
The first springs were very inspiring
In a row with water and calamus
With yellow irises it suffered
My life through the village - Itaka
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-bb3b5-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94d05-78b78-5c94d05-78b5a5c94d bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Family Land
Five
Five religious brothers sleep under the presbytery
Five brothers folded on dry sand
In the mess of habits, as if the hands of a mystery
The third century is already underway
And the river of memories still flows through the eye sockets
Carrying early primaries and catfish accents
Sleep with a rock under your head will make you stay alert
The five religious continue to mortify themselves
Invincible even with pouring sludge
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Train to Lanckorona
This train is to Lanckorona
He is already pulling through the forest path
The dung beetle the second beetle
The armored train is scrambling
And the berry beetles of the grove will pass
Wanders fate reminding you
When in the woods with a compressed larynx
I entered the ravine in silence
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THE THIRD ANGEL'S WELL
You will open your heart more
The corner of the Angel's mouth
From Jagiellońska Street
Ferro - black pen
Enchanted with a beautiful flower
He will overcome all resistance
It is a very memorable work
You can track down the well
In the well "Song of Songs"
And in water reflection
The purest lyric trembles
A stone semicircle in the waters
Immortality here is a mystery
Life after life flows
Under the muted eyelash visor
And you have to work hard
Because although nothing is for free
(Outside the grace of the chosen one)
Stand under the Third Angel
Then the crank will turn
And the chain with a bucket will bring you closer
To receive a Messenger from your hands
Success of publicity and fame
Along with the third spell
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Host in Lanckorona
Cow and calf
Tri-color
And twenty-six cats
There is a lot of happiness
The cowshed murmurs a song
Healthy animals
The hair gleams from the milk
When the people in the church
The cowshed murmurs a song
And twenty-six cats
Boiled and spotted
Always at least five
As at the exhibition
And the host himself
Everyone knows
That hard-working
Never drunk
He knows the case
He oversees
He does not skimp on eating
And twenty-six cats
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Queen profile
The blue cross-section of the Town
Clearance of skies in golden crowns
A white lamb over the hill
This is how Lanckorona grazes
A flock of children in the market square
With a proud queen profile
They climb to heaven from the garden
The most sensual stanzas
Hair shining with inspiration
Dark as onyx secret
One single look
He will resurrect thousands of Phoenixes
The blue cross-section of the Town
Clearance of skies in golden crowns
A white lamb over the hill
This is how Lanckorona grazes
The gold of autumn on the eyelashes
You carry on quiet days
A smile like a white hydrangea
He summoned summer for a moment
I will not go picking heathers
I will not let a butterfly out of my hands
With the singing of angels and blackbirds
I will spread my wings
The blue cross-section of the Town
Clearance of skies in golden crowns
A white lamb over the hill
This is how Lanckorona grazes
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Euredyka
You are my Love
You will lead me into my life
For four seasons
Fairy-tale Lanckorona
There is a flash of a smile in your eyes
A sparkler will betray your feelings
Carpets for your feet
Autumn maples fall
You are my Love
You will lead me into my life
Through the four elements
Golden leaf crumb
Indian summer threads
And the insect choir goes silent
But solidago goldenrod
It will cheer you up
You are my Love
You will lead me into my life
A path of poems with a charm
Inseparable from the lyric
It is like a bond with the body of the soul
You can help this life
A lock of hair tucked in the lupine
Rusalka Euredyko
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Romantyczna
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ dedicated line Annie
Secret night
Maple statue at carded night
Numb arms rise
The day passes by and it stuns
Civilization's intensity
This still night is anesthesia
You suck the night in the stigmata with delight
You wake up in the artificial lights spiders
Sensual beauty and suffering
From a black and shiny dress
Like a gladioli or iris bud
Strikes out the moonlight
And soaring joy bursts out
Let the Capri-like tenderness flow
Let magic work with cypresses
Let the oars break the silence
The boat rocks like a cradle
Flower pistils in the needles of ice
You charm the microphone scepter
Silk lips stretched
They ring with an anemone and a periwinkle
You sew with a note stitch like a nightingale
Black sky material
Song - a silver dragonfly of the night
The best gift in the world
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_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ A poem dedicated to the singer Ilona Bylica
Saying goodbye to June
Concert of bees on robins
Jasmine petals flew off
And the new spell is already undone
With his sticky wicker saliva
Poplars staring at the current
Like riverside sentries
Scholie leaves wind in a breeze
From the underside, the white is immortalized
The white of love is a stigma
White will give a note of emotions
As the meadows grow, I soften
I'm abandoning my shell of the house
Meadows and June luxuriance
She will seem unbridled
Horseradish shines with freshness in the ditches
Blooms and menopause
The last word on the lips
The magic stream moves
Is the mustang still crawling inside me?
Whose wind ruffles hair
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Liryki lubaczowskie
Lovers at the cement worker
Jarosław's dream beyond the wall of silence
A crowd of heavy tanks - tombs
The ricochet of glares flying like hail
It will strike at once with the instinct of the hunters
Better to talk about life with trees
Two trees become flesh as one
It goes up in a love weave
A pair of lovers under a sky roof
Birds brush their wings in passing
Carded crowns with August enthusiasm
Bodies adjacent to the womb and breast
In charismatic prayer of arms
A pair of lovers of sycamore and hornbeam
Eternal relationships are expressed by constancy
Love always triumphs over death
Lubaczow lyric poetry
When I return to Lanckorona
When I come back here, I'll kiss the pavement in the square
A shiny stone will play - a lyre in the sun's string
When I come back to the huts, I will bow to everyone
They will open their gates to the gardens of fragrance
Lanckoron cats will cross the threshold
A two-eyed dog will lie down by the stove
In the ruins of the castle, I will meet the Queen again
What a swallow will conjure a poem with its tail
They will write a new fairy tale under the blue of the mountain
The muse's streets will be quiet
When I come back here, I will enter the colorful stalls
And I will find rowan corals in them
And girls will continue to weave wreaths
From the flowers of the meadows of thyme lavender
The song's magic wind will whirl
With a burgundy dress, the housewives will ripple at low prices
When I come back here to the wells of these angelic mirrors
They will speak to me through their magic lips again
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94d05-bb3b94-353b5a5cb4d5cb4bb-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94 bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cad05-bbb3b78d__cc781905-5cad05-bbb3b78-bb3a5cb5-bb3b5cb-3194cb-3194b-bb3a 136bad5cf58d_ Under beskidz who heaven
This was the place
It was the only place
A wall cut off like a ghetto
He seemed like Eden
It was a guarded place
Through the cherubs of two poplars
With light swords in hand
It was an untouched place
The life of this village is pompous
Like a peacock's tail unbuttoned
It was spotless
In the wind, he listened to the whisper in the orchard
Where the poems found refuge
This was where the Cedron was
Like a horse without a yoke galloped
And everything was one
It was a distant place
From the mildew of the village almost urban
Race of rats and hell
Left at the expense of fate
Old man, you will leave the court
And you will disappear with the apple blossom
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Under the Beskid sky
Game
We are all actors
Better or worse
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-bb3b5-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94d05-78b78-5c94d05-78b5a5c94d bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cad05-bbb3b78d__cc781905-5cad05-bbb3b78-bb3a5cb5-bb3b5cb-3194cb-3194b-bb3a 136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5c de-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc -bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc -bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-bb-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-136bad5cf58d__cc-bb3b-bb-136bad5cf58d__cc 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-bb3b5-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94d05-78b78-5c94d05-78b5a5c94d bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ If
Big world in lowercase
This is largely what is in the prophetic song
For the country has not been plowed so far
Cloudy sky is bad weather
On the forehead, there are furrows in the field
Mephistopheles fell out of the cards
Somewhere on a bend in a bend
Dark water carries the story
There is a light at the bottom
Reveals undiscovered lands
We start the start all over again
Passing by the circle of grandfather's prayers
Approaching the fires of Elmo
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ I dedicate to Jerzy Trela, 01/06/2013
Over the grave
Without a face, Our Lady is silent
She has lost her hands and she is winding
How to anchor yourself on such
Eternal shadow under the chestnut trees
He sleeps in the black land of Działoszyce
Girl buried alive
The tombstone portrait is still shimmering
And the scales of the light sparkle in the fringe
But the Mother of God as helpless
He will not spread graces for the lack of hands
No deaf mother complains about any complaints
Or maybe the poem will fix the error
Poems from Ponidzie and Działoszyce
Synagogue in Działoszyce
A brick building in the heart of the town
It carries the celestial vault and the dialect
In the avian dialect since dawn
It's a synagogue with a pigeon on guard
He sits down on the cornices and window frames
Usually one in a gray feather cloak
In place of the cantor, a pigeon group
A wistful prayer cooos under the open sky
The plasters of the old synagogue are whitewashed
On the frames of the window openings
The lanes run along the walls to the rhythm of the road
In the background Działoszyce is writing an old journal
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905ad5c94b-136bad5cf58d__cc781905ad5c94b-136bad5cf58d__cc781905ad5c94b-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94b
Old world
Behind butterflies and dragonflies
You ran in the short time of the apparitions
It was enough to prolong youth
And now there is a peacock in every eye
The girl he meets will be dazzled
You have absorbed intense colors
And the boy's volatile soul patterns
And you have become like a meadow in summer
Pinned up with brooches and bows
You have cursed the figurative world in poems
And crushing those lumps of earth
You have prepared the ground for poetry
That it was as good as crushed
In your grandmother's yeast dough
And this old world grows in you
_cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bianebad5cf94-5c05-bb3b-136badbad5cf94-5c05-bb3b-136b78d05-bb3b-136b78d05-bb3b-136b78d05-bb3b-136b78d05-bb3b-136b78bad5cf94-5c05 poems, Miniatura Publishing House
Singing of the water stick
Walk into loose water grasses
Submitted to slight agitation
This dimension of water is the firstborn
All kinds of phenomena have become a stage
But they showed up gradually
Subtle sounds and vibrations
Stirring the water * beetle's fin
They gave you the affirmation of the world
The pond at the pond captivated you
For you to sing this and that
It grew out of the water like this stick
Nice and smooth and soaring
On the leaf blades like cymbals
The idealist wind was low
And the baton bowed its head
Her hair was feathered like a bird
Fluffy on blonde highlighted
With notes of dragonflies and leafy leaves
Earth and sky moved
The stick sang beyond the world
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-bb3b5-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94d05-78b78-5c94d05-78b5a5c94d bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Clay poems Publishing House Miniature
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbb3bbb-136bad5cf58d__bbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-bb3b5-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94d05-78b78-5c94d05-78b78-5c94d bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ * It's about a water beetle.
Oasis
A beam of light enters the gate
Twilight still spins
Rays through telescopes
How the cliche will scroll
There will be light
There will be a cornucopia
Pour out of your mouth
Because you are a spring girl
Through your green eyes
Wise eyes and forehead
I awaken poems all over again
I'll give you their venom
You come as you can
Persefono for a short time
In the whisper of the meadow your steps
I heard Hades
The full moon of May is approaching
Euphoria after euphoria
More fragrant flowers
The ecstasy is overwhelming
But your eyes soothe
And the marble cools the foreheads
You are like in the desert
A coveted oasis
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ I dedicate Tatiana
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Eastern Flowers Publishing House Miniature
Opening of the 100th anniversary of genocide
A waterfall of flowers under Ararat
It creates the ordeal of this nation
You are entering an ocean of red roses
Flowers will replace many words
They express love mourn the loss
Black material as background for the stage
The metallic forms of the springs will knock out
From cosmic and historical storms
Where is the removal from the cross and the body of the Son
Mourned and a nation of shadows
Where fate is destined to each of the Armenians
Divide the pomegranate in part
And the ink will never run out
In which there is an act of drama
A bloody story is being written
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3b-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58dcbbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__bbbbb3bb-136bad5cf58d__ 3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-bb3b5-136bad5cf58d__cc781905-5c94d05-78b78-5c94d05-78b5a5c94d bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Armenian and other motifs Miniatura Publishing House
Secrets of Scheherazade
Her dark hair hid
Secrets of Scheherazade
And the notes were already bonding
In a sequence of extraordinary refinement
Her dark eyes glowed
And the lips were soaking up red
When in lunar hallucinations
Flowers locked up like scepters
A note is carved out of silver
You brought a dream to the king
Scheherazade, tomorrow
You will touch him again
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Armenian and other motifs, Miniatura Publishing House
_cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ I dedicate to Waleria Boychenko