…that strange determination of the lotus:
standing knee-deep in water
and with its whole face proclaiming
the goodness of being.
*
BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS
…and the light is here:
on a leash of black poles,
buried in the ground
with shadows down …
*
In the confined space of summer,
like a meadow,
the heat is on the rain’s leash
*
scraps of clouds
nibbled by the sun
can come in a dream.
*
BLIZZARD
In the snowy meadow
it came, silk-covered,
A hail of laughing kisses.
*
…with a stroke of a bow
June of fragrant summer
will splash ashore
*
Silent one:
a continuation
of the fire of grace
*
Everything is joyful:
what I don’t touch
lives long…
*
Behind the creak of the door
the footsteps are barely audible:
The night closes the circle.
*
What a pleasure
The night sleeps quietly.
Wanting to rain.
*
Stairwell.
Window cover…
Cross out — the unnecessary!
*
The healing sap of the earth,
that winds through the vine
flows to the sky
*
Poems come in dreams:
“…it rained again all night long.”
How quiet the sky is…
*
It’s raining continuously.
Somewhere beyond the edge of the clouds
A sleepy bird is waiting
*
VISITING THE BIG “U”
…no, you’re not,
I’m not dead at all!
It’s the feeling of life that’s dead:
a sense of what goes away
and never comes back.
It’s as if someone were guarding behind a closed door:
waiting on his knees,
and with closed eyes
– behind me –
devours my shadow.
2017
*
HOW SIMPLE
Autumn in a faded sundress
with a breath-broom like a sweeping broom….
Scorched by the summer heat,
the leaves wake up after a dead drunken binge, writhing in white smoke,
trembling.
To die by the wayside.
2016
*
“TO DIE IN SEPTEMBER” AGAIN
…fawn colored in spots of rejection
like the mute shadows of the coming,
as foretold:
on the highway of motley butterflies ….
on the highway of variegated butterflies
with words of clumsy caterpillars
rising before…
(tanks, seriously)
a succession of muddy caterpillars,
on the wet highway of colorful butterflies.
as foretold –
by the will of God
turn blood into juice.
2014
Felix Andreyev was born in 1949. His parents were arrested during the Great Terror and spent time in the GULAG. He’s been writing on and off until 2013, the year when writing became an integral part of his daily life.
A collection of selected poems by Carlos Penela. It is the first bilingual edition of the renowned Galician poet’s work published in North America.
This excellent anthology, compiled and edited by Julia Nemirovskaya, showcases poems by Russian (and Russian-speaking) poets who express their absolute rejection of Russia’s war against Ukraine.
This collection focuses on the war between Russia and Ukraine as seen by Russophone poets from all over the world.
Launched in 2012, “Four Centuries” is an international electronic magazine of Russian poetry in translation.
