GALINA ITALYANSKAYA

GALINA

ITALYANSKAYA

The Universe

The Universe seems to be

A puzzle I must assemble

A million pieces, disordered and crumbled

And two of them - you and me

The Universe is my task

A magic cube in my hands

It's strange, but to play the game to the end

I have to destroy my past

The Universe is a sheet

A perfectly empty space

Imagine the future, imagine the place

Somewhere we could ever meet

Don't care about my time

Believe, I would spend it all

To put it together, to reach for your soul

To picture the world of mine

 

Sleeping Beauty

When hope is gone,

No stars, no sun,

Despair is deep.

Your nights pass by,

You can't survive,

Nor fall asleep.

The clock is striking half past one,

Your heart is sore

For all the dreams you can't enliven

Anymore.

Afraid of time, you feel its hands

Around your throat:

The lack of air, the lack of sense,

The lack of thought.

Tormenting nights remind you of a fairy tale

About the girl who spent in sleep her every day

Until her promised Mr. Right scraped through the shrub

To kiss her lips, as meant to be, and wake her up.

You'd like to sleep enough at last

Not being dead.

You envy her the youth and life

She has ahead.

And you believe that dreams are easier than life:

Just lie in bed and watch a film - no deeds, no strife.

I know so much about that,

You'll be surprized,

So I could tell you what I felt

And memorized.

Her soul is wandering above her feeble flesh

The world so weird that she often feels abashed.

It throws her up, it brings her down, it seems insane.

She doesn't guess, it's all illusive: joy and pain.

And when she meets someone, she hopes, he is a friend.

And when the skies start falling down, she meets the end.

As many times as many dreams before her eyes

She lives her life like it is real,

And so she dies.

She flies up freely to avoid

The fire of guns,

She drives her spaceship through the void

To other suns.

An infidel, she talks to God

While playing chess,

And if she wins, he'll give a nod

And even bless.

God never tries to put on airs

As one could think:

No time for pride when you must care for everything.

Another dream,

She was a child before the king

Reproaching him:

It's silly that he wants to kill.

But now she's staring at the dread atomic cloud

And feeling mute, unable to draw a breath to shout.

Tsunami waves

Like crashing walls

Against the coast

Have swept and swallowed it at once, forever lost…

While she could simply fly away from certain death,

She's watching it, as if her feet froze to the earth.

And let her reach the hearts and minds of young and old,

Who said that beauty really can defend the world?

A happy, lucky, pretty girl

From “le beau monde”…

Who will descry a silver curl

If she's a blond?

And who could fancy

Her serenity is fake?

A hundred years

She sees nightmares

And can't awake.

The Light

You’re sitting alone by the river,

calmly flowing to you from afar.

Catch the silence, break it to shivers,

make your wish on a shooting star.

When the twilight is getting thicker

and the sun has fallen behind the hills,

Then your heart starts to pound quicker and quicker,

and you know so well how it feels…

how it feels…

You’d like to follow

a faintest spark,

‘cause life is long

and much too dark.

Above the hollow,

above the clouds

you launch your song

and chase your doubts

away.

It’s not easy to walk on the water.

It’s not easy to fly in the sky.

And the World is rather a theatre –

play your role and dare not lie!

Endless night till the sun is rising.

Although hope is good, still you need a plan.

Dreams come true no faster, than you grow wiser,

And no sooner, than you have done

all you can.

You’d like to follow

a faintest spark,

‘cause life is long

and much too dark.

Above the hollow,

above the clouds

you launch your song

and chase your doubts

away…

chase’em away,

away…

Our life is just like the river,

running farther and never back,

and you must be a true believer,

if you trust in your volatile luck.

Ripples, trembling upon the surface,

make your destiny blurred and conceal the stars,

but the voice of your heart - here it is at your service.

Touch the string, sing your song for us!

You’d like to follow

a faintest spark,

‘cause life is long

and much too dark.

But in this tunnel

there is no light

except the one

that you ignite

yourself.

Hell

Sky blue walls and yellow curtains

Glowing clouds outside the window

Skies on fire - it's my place

Now I live in Hell

Once you told me it was certain

You would stay with me forever

Anytime, in any space

Guess how deep I fell

All my things remain in chaos

All my words are far from purpose

All devices in my flat

Show different time

Do you like my pretty house?

Will you share with me my madness?

Would you choose to watch the set

Through the window rime?

If you want to be my promised

We will live in here together

Maybe find it not so bad

Even have some fun

In the coldest, in the warmest

In the best realm of ever

With the aimed at my head

Barrel of a gun

Here I am with all my keenness

Shouting, swearing, loving, laughing

Working hard, forgetting sleep

Crying for the real

Of the suffering of sinners

Heat is born in this reactor

And somebody has to weep

Tears onto the wheel

Someone must produce the power

To supply The Garden of Eden

To protect the godly world

From the cosmic frost

Good would die within an hour

If not being compared to Evil

Pain is always to be sold

At the greatest cost

Won't you leave me?

Are you ready

To exchange your golden palace

For a cell amidst the sleet

For my timid kiss?

Let them fly and keep them steady

They are saint, but I'm not jealous

Here we're allowed to eat

Candies after six

 

GALINA ITALYANSKAYA

GALINA ITALYANSKAYA, 42 y.o., born in the USSR in a small northern town, now living in Russia with her children and working as an English teacher. Since the early childhood she’s been in love with nature: dense forests, rivers and lakes, mountains and seas. Actually, its beauty surrounds her all her life. She has

travelled a lot, and it is always a source of inspiration. Her other interests are photography and art. She loves to draw pictures, and she hardly can imagine going on a trip or just for a walk without a camera. Galina has written poetry since her school years. About 10 years ago she composed her first poem in English, inspired by her friend from abroad. And thanks to poetry she’s found many good friends all over the world. In 2015 she joined “Poets Unite Worldwide” group, and some of her poems were published in their anthologies.