Poems by Mikhail Svetlov
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- Kakhovka ✍️️
«The moon is emerging. / It going to be here / soon. / Now, it hangs in the air, full and stark. / That is probably God, / with a divine / silver spoon, / groping in the fish-soup of stars. »
«Six. / As heavy as a blow. / "Render unto God… render unto Caesar…" / But where is someone / like me / to go? / What refuge or shelter is there? / If only I were / shallow, / like the Pacific Ocean, — / I’d rise on the tiptoes of waves / to caress the moon with the tide...»
«The hooves stomped faster, / singing as they trod: / — Grip. / Grab. / Rob. / Grub. — Wind-fostered, / ice-shod, / the street skidded. / Onto its side, a horse / toppled, / and immediately, / the loafers gathered, / as crowds of trousers assembled up close / on the Kuz...»
«When from thine error, dark, degrading, / With words of fiery persuading, / I drew thy fallen spirit out; / And thou, thy hands in anguish wringing, / Didst curse, filled with a torment stinging, / The sin that compassed thee about; / When thou, thy conscience dilatory / Chastisin...»