Мне скучно, и я пишу патетичные поэмки. Про...

I am bored and I write pathetic poems.

About the living.

They say it’s more accurate and simpler -
- do not delve into the little things,
if they answer louder -
- do not shout:

as if through a layer of a bay
through the thickness of the blue
look slowly
on the living. -

- Difficult and troubled,
in the grayish foam of days
like a compressed clip
from the roots:

like a slanting uneven handwriting
or lily in the sand:
if they don’t plant in the soil -
to be nobody.

Well and so - stronger and sharper,
higher to the sun than yesterday -
- become a beautiful part of speech
and pen.

Warm the space between
grasses, people and pavements,
remember the other before
"about the living":

forget about evil and stone
do not swear in haste
as if the wings are really flickering
at the shoulder.

Be it a butterfly in the palm of your hand
or without the moon - a lighthouse,
help someone who is drowning
just.

Like a layer of water - at sea
or the sun in rye.
Accept the living without arguing -
- To live.