poems. volume I
cyril ioutsen
Dark again.
Over trees —
a nightfall.
Beneath —
the starry skies.
Looking at
the silence
of things
we cannot hear.
Listening to
the silence
of things
we cannot see.
Photograph anna lenina
© cyril ioutsen, 2021
© anna lenina, photos, 2021
ISBN 978-5-0053-2048-3 (т. 1)
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Poems
“abandoned railway…”
abandoned railway
still going
somewhere
“abating storm…”
abating storm
leftover rain
abandoned
on the grass
“ above…”
above
the summit
the sun
keeps
rising
“above the sea…”
above the sea
the seagulls
carry the rain
“ absorbed…”
absorbed
in a daydream
a young frog
alone by
the leaf
“across the fog…”
across the fog
silence drifts
to the forest
“adjusting…”
adjusting
a pebble
on a beach
looks out
of place
“after dark…”
after dark
returning
with a catch
of moonlight
“after dusk…”
after dusk
darkness
goes too
“after the rain…”
after the rain
too much sky
on the streets
“after rainfall…”
after rainfall
flooded
by sunlight
“after the snowfall…”
after the snowfall
left on the ground
the clouds
“all of the sky…”
all of the sky
in a tiny pond
still summer
“alone…”
alone
among
others
forest
trees
“already gone…”
already gone
before I saw it
a perfect view
“ always…”
always
summer
far away
somewhere
“ancient ruins…”
ancient ruins
outlasting them
modern garbage
“another spring…”
another spring
or perhaps
the last one
again
“as if never…”
as if never
before and
yet again
autumn
“at cliff edge…”
at cliff edge
a butterfly
and me
it goes
farther
“ at dusk…”
at dusk
colors fading
one by one…
wary to be seen?
“at the edge…”
at the edge
of the leaf
the snail
is lost
“at the window…”
at the window
on the dry side
of the rainstorm
“autumn…”
autumn
afterglow
of spring
“autumn…”
autumn
at last
so soon