Chosen
Chosen one! I
crane my neck gracefully
I rise above the
flat roofs.
Slow hail clouds
are floating
along the blue,
inaccessible to all who breathe.
Upside down
heart - joints - completely dislocated
with the
coldness of a raven, with the posture of a warrior,
respectfully in
"you"
Because they are
made by the Creator with the best materials!
The chosen ones
are a fairy tale with a deep background.
The chosen one
has to get used to thoughts:
There are few
honest people. Flow of currents.
Sweetness of the
flatterers and the poison of the envious!
The chosen one
still believes in love
firmly following
the path of benevolence,
peace, goodness
and incorruptible sanctuaries.
Isn't a diamond
more valuable than a pile of stones?
The chosen ones
who touched the heights with their spirit,
who are
independent of the noisy crowd,
who await the
Messiah and are thirsty for missions,
they will not be
called "Bravo", they will not be shouted "Bravissimo".
Well fed and
hungry people, open and closed souls.
Friends are not
available - their views are different,
cards that are
defeated by another card are out of the game
the chosen ones
are struck by the fact that they do not look like the others.
The chosen are
flogged because they are not equal in heart,
The chosen are
flogged because they are not equal in souls!
It's hard for
the chosen ones to find warmth in society
and transmit
their thoughts to those who ignore them.
The chosen one
is an upstart! All those who are not with the crowd,
are sent into
exile to the north, resettled,
they are
punished, robbed and, as an example:
The main ones
are hanged, as if they were promoted!
The judges go
crazy, setting stupid tasks:
Turn flats and
hills into plains!
Our choice is
our strength,
it is impossible
to take by attacks and cunning.
The scoundrels
screamed to rip my soul out.
They are wrong,
monsters, in the conclusions:
Not all birds
are owls, not all animals are otters.
Not all meat is
udder, not all deduction is profit!
I will not
change my status as "chosen"
So they don't
torture me!
I will not betray
my choice because having been born,
I bathed my soul
and body in Baptism! ...
Scoundrels
screamed and tried to rip my soul apart,
this act is a
challenge to the Almighty!
I will endure
torture without cowardice.
Suffering is
better than anything, asking is unnecessary...
Translation: Marlene Pasini (Mexico)
Reliability And Hope
(Fragment of the
"Sweet martyr" poem)
Reliability and
hope are two sisters,
similar on the
outside, different inside.
When one of them
leaves the game
removes the
protective layer that protected personality.
The second,
taking her by the arm,
saves someone
who thought was a recent winner,
And, as a
garment of love and fidelity, -
she will be willing
to accept the death of the last.
Reliability is
not a lifesaver.
It is not a rope
that holds a person to avoid the death,
the safety rope
can break.
And throw the
person into a hope without hope.
I didn't get in
my way
very strong and invincible.
Even those that
are hard and strong like metal
they are broken
by life: a cruel machine!
It's great to
live with a spouse behind a shield,
while the spouse
is aligned and the shield does not break:
Palace, crown,
luxury, but then...
wet basement
like the Ipatiev house.
Translator:
Marlene Pasini, Mexico
A Fragment From The Poem
"The Sweet Martyr"
What nonsense-
partitions of territories
into countries,
that one of the Norwegians and this, the Finns!
They will cut
the land and live in discord!
Madmen! Of
whales, sharks, dolphins, and what else could be
Everything is
common in all areas of the sea!
People in ranks,
in the report card they divide
fragmenting our
world into countries, side by side
Draw maps; Tell
me which is deeper, Elba or Laba?
Tell me which is
older, Yuryev or Tartu? smells reek
They crush and
divide to humiliate the weak!
I'm a girl and
it's not easy for me to survive
and on a man’s
shoulders rest slant and keep alive.
We murmur like
goldfinches in a burning grove,
seeking
protection in the guards of the brave.
We pray to the
power to save the living powers!
ALEXEY KALAKUTIN
ALEXEY
KALAKUTIN:
(October 30, 1973) lives in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. He is a Russian writer,
a philologist. He studied at the Philological Faculty of Nizhny Novgorod State
Pedagogical University. His debut publication is "Khokhloma Pattern",
1990 (fairy-tale novel for children) co-authored with E.V. Kalakutin. He is the
author of six novels in verse, and and six long and extensive poetic pieces.
His poetry has been translated into several languages and have been published
in international magazines. He was awarded the 1st degree diploma (PWUR) for
high professional skills. International Ambassador for Peace (WLFPH, Bhutan),
Honorary Doctorate (IFCH, Morocco), participant in several international poetic
anthologies, awarded with certificates of recognition.
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