The skies and March
The sky is the color of the seas, \npastilles, candied fruits\nKilometers of mighty holy lands...\nI would write about the sad -\nbut here's the sunset...\nI would like to write about the destinies - \nbut here it is - March!\nI tried hard to cry after\nthe epochs that raised us have passed away...\nHow to write about the war if there is ballet?\nFlocks of birds, oceans and everlasting jazz?\nWe eat fruit and drink wine\nAnd we sleep with the windows open at night...\nAnd we dare not to judge anything else, \nExcept for the truth that each of us is loved...\nThe one who is needed is risen, \nThe one who is not needed is fallen.\nAnything happens, but let's be honest with ourselves:\nThe young acacias rule the world\nWhat will you take from a poet \nat the beginning of spring?..