Konstantin Kedrov
1.
– Translated by Marina Rozanova –
The Cross
All around, the wilting roses
Faint in the sobbing summer.
Sinking, the swollen cross
Of the dragon-fly
Where Christ
Is being down by rays of light.
The iridescent cross is lifted from the dragon-flies,
Nailed down under God’s gaze.
Fair, iridescent Christ
Lies himself out
On the river and mountain.
The cross from the river – mountain,
The cross from the river – the heavens,
Sun-moon twinkling cross,
The cross of the night and day,
Trough you and me –
Joined at the hips.
The butterfly
The earth is flying
by the orbit
not like a butterfly
who follows it's own way
Multiplication Table
or
Duel
or
The Tragedy of Prices without Head
ACT 1.
Hamlet:
“I WOULD LIKE TO HIDE
IN THE SHADOW OF BRIDE…”
The ghost is coming with the sword.
SWORD x SWORD = X = DUEL
CAIN x ABEL = HAMLET
SWORD x SWORD = CROSS
CROSS x CROSS = STAR
STAR x STAR = MOON
STAR x CROSS = ROSENCRANTZ
Rosencrantz:
"MEJN KEJN BRAT
BRUDER 1ST NEJN...”
Sword x sword == xxxxxxxxxxxxx
ACT 2.
It was a tragic breakfast
on the wet grass
where the cut-off head
is lying on
The head:
"Sword x .sword = cross
cross x cross = square
white square x white square = PARADISE
black square x black square = HELL..."
Hamlet:
"Drum x flute == organ
grand-piano x violin = ‘cello
I would like to say
that I would like to, say nothing..."
Hamlets prayer consisted of questions and exclamation:
PI??...!!!!!!!...?????
YES x NO == NO
NO x NO == YES == Chess of existence
CHESS OF EXISTENCE
YES NO YES NO YES NO
NO YES NO YES NO YES
YES NO YES NO YES NO
NO YES NO YES NO YES
YES NO YES NO YES NO
NO YES NO YES NO YES
ACT 3.
A grave of Cain
consists of Abel's sighs
In the vale of Cain
is the Abel's grave
Hamlet is coming.
Hamlet:
"Sign x sign = beauty
Sign x. zero = emptiness..."
The priest is coming.
The priest:
"Grahal x diskos == The Sacrament!"
Hamlet:
"Grahal x Grahal = blood."
The priest:
"Lily x lily = whiteness".
Hamlet:
"Monk x monk == darkness".
The priest:
"Rose x rose = Maria!"
Hamlet:
CLOUD x CLOUD = HIEROGLYPH
or
THE THAI TIGER
CREATING HIS LINEAR “I"
The priest:
"As the head of John the Baptista
in Damascus
is far from his body
in Jerusalem
the moon is far from the earth
and the earth from the sun."
The priest:
"Here on the plate of the earth
there is a head-moon
engirdled by the galaxy turban
at the moment when the
AQUARIUS-CHRISTENER
had seen the SUN-CHRIST."
Hamlet:
EBONY x VERGE x BEACON = NABOKOV
Tie priest:
"The inquisitional experiment have shown,
that the criminal
doesn't know nothing about his crime".
Hamlet:
“6x9=9x6
9x6 ==6x9..."
The priest:
"Bell x bell = SACRING-BELL!"
Hamlet:
"Yin x Yang = INNOCENCE."
The priest:
"Axe x axe = AXE!"
Hamlet:
"Cross x cross = SQUARE."
The priest:
“Shining x shining == WHITENESS..."
Hamlet:
“Silence x silence = QUIETNESS”.
The Endless Poem
Every day I hear inside myself your voice
The words sound very strange
And when I close my eyes
I see those shouts which are given birth with silence
And the bright colors which was born by dark
I am finding myself left by all
Except concepts and word which are so deep
That the word we can see disappears
But I can speak and when I understand it
The word is born again
I string sounds on a naked nerve
And feel the great dissonance
And the rapture of an eminence above the world
The Poetry is top of being
Carriages are connected by iron hand shake
Trees – stations – silence
And you in silence of old night
And everything that connects me with you
And millions people which sleep as slaves
Nothing understanding in such love
The zero of the worlds rotates in the heaven of stars –
It is a sight comes back to his source
Both dark blue day and a red wave
A green beam has fallen to a parrot
And the parrot has started talking verses
Both dark blue day and a red wave
Where the blue fern has hidden
And in days of the rivers centuries have stopped
We have been a meeting of lizards on a stone
I am a red ship
And you are a blue one
We contrast by colours of us
I am a red ship
And you are a blue one
Together we’ll swim thought the death
On black lake a white swan
On white lake a black swan
The white swan swims
Also a black swan swims
But if you will look in reflection
All will be on the contrary –
On white lake the black swims
White swims on black lake
I ‘m a cemetery of the lost ships
I’m her dream
her grief and light
I’m a fog for he and I’m a bell in fog
And I’m nothing for myself
I know I’m a cemetery of the lost ships
About windows flight of flight
And this groan among grey walls
Any passer-by has stepped in space
And has collapsed in a dead faint through centuries
Water flew through concrete and eternity
And the
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