The Sun goes Up
As promised all without deceiving,\nThe sun turned up in early afternoon...\nAn oblique stripes of saffron,\nI can't help believing,\nSlide down tenderly,\nTouching a curtain soon...\nIt covered with hot ochre\nThe neighboring woods and houses,\nMy bed, my pillows and my hair and cheeks.\nThe sun goes up and up, it never drowses \nOn summer days and endless summer weeks...\nAm I still dreaming or it's my reality -\nSweet amber honey August and its bright temptation?\nMortality turned into sudden tiny immortality - \nAlmost unnoticed, but well-known transfiguration...\n\n\nYou walked in a crowd, apart and in pairs,\nSuddenly someone remembered that today\nsixth of august old\nTransfiguration.\n\nOrdinarily light without flame\nComes on this day from Tabor,\nAnd autumn, clear as a sign,\nIt draws the eyes to itself.\n\nAnd you went through the petty, beggarly,\nNaked, quivering alder\nIn the ginger-red cemetery forest,\nBurning like a printed gingerbread.\n\nWith its hushed peaks\nNeighboring the sky is important\nAnd the voices of cocks\nCalled to each other for a long time.\n\nIn the forest as a government surveyor\nThere was death among the churchyard,\nLooking into the face of my dead,\nTo dig a hole in my height.\n\nWas physically felt by everyone\nA calm voice nearby.\nThat former voice is my visionary\nIt sounded untouched by decay:\n\n"Farewell, transfiguration azure\nAnd the gold of the second Savior\nSoften with the last caress of a woman\nI am the bitterness of the fateful hour.\n\nFarewell, years of timelessness,\nFarewell, abyss of humiliation\nA challenging woman!\nI am your battlefield.\n\nFarewell, spread wingspan,\nFlight of free perseverance,\nAnd the image of the world, revealed in the word,\nAnd creativity, and wonderworking.