Aleh Barysau By Aleh Barysau, 21st Jul 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1xkp8_-a/
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"Forward I go under the sky, in hand an only talent..."


Forward I go under the sky,
in hand an only talent,
a star attracts me on the sly
to manna from the heaven.

My bare soul, run to the star,
salt down my body!
From ennui keep away my arm,
myself keep busy!

The star shines in eternal dark,
it takes not much -
the only talent - a coin of odd -
for food the charge.


“A poet's pestilence – dash off from him away!
He's sickness. And because of this,
you, crazy, bring on home the plague.
But you don't know the verse bacillus is.

He's garrulous, a tawdry trouble-maker,
plays rattle in the gaper's front.
The rogue who wanna burn with water
and now he's spoiling for the fight!

Like a musketeer he has a wick.
He keeps his powder in a musket.
With naked pendant, tight-rope freak,
of the untrodden thicket he's a midget.

All jumble from the farce he takes.
He's loopy not having any clue.
And if you're curious in ahs an' ohs
you should know all gets from a glue.”

The poet thinks all these words to himself.
God gave him gift not just for weight.
He's bothering his soul to save
himself from the wicked spirit's hate.


Body, Charge, Coin, Gift, Heaven, Manna, Sky, Soul, Star, Talent, Weight

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author avatar Aleh Barysau
I live in Belarus.

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