Poems in English

Most of this house’s walls remain, still standing in their place,
The roof has collapsed, and inside it the trees have grown.
In winter at dusk, if you look from above this space,
You’ll see how time retreats, deceived, pushed gently aside…

When fate lies hidden in a frozen palm —
A titmouse, or a pearl, or drifting snail —
We’ll reach the river: Styx, subdued and calm;
We turn around — behind the lift doors pale…

When I was barely four.
I was coming back from a walk,
And pockets were stuffed to the brim
With the most useful things:
Small glass shards, and seashells,
Pebbles, and pieces of metal…

Sometimes cold azurite turns into a rose,
Just by itself it blooms, a whim that nature shows…

You melted me through, as lava melts through stone —
All that I used to be — weak and awkward — has long since flown…

Your silence thickens the air so tight,
That birds cannot take to their flight…

love never ends—it’s like the golden leaves:
they fall away, the wind drives them into blue water…

My body has turned into a net,
Unable to catch any happiness…

— Why do you have such big eyes?
— To see better, my child.
— Why do you have such big ears?
— To hear better, my child.
— Why do you have such big teeth?
— To better defend and be defended, my child…

Upon this iron land, upon this crimson tide,
I am the dragonfly that flies, the water-strider that glides.
My wings unfold to the sun, and joyful is the day wide,
Here’s warmth, a breath of wind, insouciance, expanse, and flight…