***
его распылили. его забыли.
он расплавил
ответ сената.
сахар бы . .
и эта – капсула – колесница –
властелина.
но без вида
и даже без рельефа . . .
откуда меда вязкость
пред патрициями на галереях?
в чем пасеки и когорты усомнились?
и не узнал.
ясно, будет труд над нектарами. мед тяжелый пришельцев . . на поселении в Сарматии.
вероятности.
захочет – и тогда – из них – колонны – под небом подопрут, удержат крыши. клетки –
высоты.
этажами. в колыбелях сети –
некто ходит в нетерпении, он чужой . . . .
ars amatoriа, Публий Овидий Назон. перо, – дабы . .
любви летунами макнуть в счастье, кишением живое – расправить – перо многотелое,
не в киноварь . .
залитую в плошку.
там – ждут –
в сотах. в сотах. в сотах.
по рамам. по кассетам.
догонять. догнать. догоняться.
там – слова – “любить, отдавать”. напишутся
в башнях. в комнатах, в залах. по лестницам, по сводам (по перекрытиям с гнездами).
там кто-то есть.
много терпеть . . мед пришельцев. мед инопланетян. мед поселенцев . . мед миссионеров.
. . медов . . и меды.. много терять. благодарить . . за условия мучительные – условий . .
о, хитросплетений –
о, ошеломительных обожаний . . .
***
к земле
и это
раскрыто –
до чехла долг.
долги отдать
до – чехла – дерева
откровенный
конус охраны.
шкатулка до небес.
оболочка \
шкатулка.
он приедет.
байкер. ближе к вечеру
далеко вверху
стоит его
неба дерево
он
напоет
дереву
и нанянчит дерево
из под облака.
дереву чистое пришлет
хоть в гипермаркетах и выставят себя к кассе, ожидаемо! лишь свое ими ценилось.
всеми кому так стоялось – уговоры – набирая в ряды.
байкер . .
дым от мотора
. . . на харлея заднем колесе вокруг сиденья кожаной ковбойской бахромой переданы клочья сумрака. беспечные молний гривы, игриво-громы, черные мемб-раны – в молчании . .
с приближением ночи тот парень поедет в центр неба к дереву. заведет мотор, рулем фонарем проведет . . . через то изойдут – сбросы хроно-микрофонтанами свето-брызг. лиственных царственных танцев.
и горсти,
щепотки бросков – люминисцентность – крыльев – покинутому – вернут. в самом горчайшем нас распрямят. а затерянные кривизны – освободят от завес запутанных свои жертвы.
Два стихотворения
Юрий Милорава
Listen to the poems read in the original Russian by the poet:
Yury Milorava and I began corresponding and exchanging poems after a mutual friend, who resides in Chicago, suggested we read each other’s poetry.
Yury’s writing stands out among contemporary poets writing in Russian in more than one way. He does not write in meter. His poetry reflects influences by Russian avant-garde poets such as Mayakovsky and Khlebnikov, but even more so of Gennady Aygi, an internationally known Russian modernist, his friend and teacher. Yury, who is fluent in French, German, and Georgian, is well acquainted with American, French, and German poetry, which he has translated into Russian. He is more interested in the unconscious, intuitive, visual and musical elements of poetry than in the formal.
The poem “[scattered, it was . . .]” is based on his “visual, spontaneous, irrational associations” around the content of poetry books written in antiquity. The poem deals with the fate of Ovid, who was persecuted by the Roman aristocracy and exiled from Rome to Sarmatia for his manuscript Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love). The poet muses on the fate of the poet in exile as “an outsider, a stranger, an extraterrestrial.”
“[toward the earth . . .” describes a tree, situated somewhere between the sky and the earth, symbolizing the spiritual connections of people to the heavenly forces of goodness and light. The biker is a romantic figure—a keeper of the tree that sends light-messages to people, freeing them from their dark and bitter fate.
Yury’s writing stands out among contemporary poets writing in Russian in more than one way. He does not write in meter. His poetry reflects influences by Russian avant-garde poets such as Mayakovsky and Khlebnikov, but even more so of Gennady Aygi, an internationally known Russian modernist, his friend and teacher. Yury, who is fluent in French, German, and Georgian, is well acquainted with American, French, and German poetry, which he has translated into Russian. He is more interested in the unconscious, intuitive, visual and musical elements of poetry than in the formal.
The poem “[scattered, it was . . .]” is based on his “visual, spontaneous, irrational associations” around the content of poetry books written in antiquity. The poem deals with the fate of Ovid, who was persecuted by the Roman aristocracy and exiled from Rome to Sarmatia for his manuscript Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love). The poet muses on the fate of the poet in exile as “an outsider, a stranger, an extraterrestrial.”
“[toward the earth . . .” describes a tree, situated somewhere between the sky and the earth, symbolizing the spiritual connections of people to the heavenly forces of goodness and light. The biker is a romantic figure—a keeper of the tree that sends light-messages to people, freeing them from their dark and bitter fate.
Yury Milorava was born in 1952 in Tbilisi, Georgia. He is a graduate of the Tbilisi Institute of Foreign Languages and has been publishing poetry in Russian since 1972. He is a member of the Russian PEN center and serves as the editor of the literary journal Children of Ra. In addition to three poetry collections, he has published literary criticism, essays, memoirs, and translations from the French, German, and Georgian. Milorava moved to Moscow in 1990 and again to Chicago in 2007, where he currently lives.
Anna Halberstadt grew up as the child of Holocaust survivors, living in three different countries (Lithuania, Russia, USA). She has published many works in the field of psychology but has found poetry to be a more adequate means of developing themes of trauma. Her poetry collection Vilnius Diary was published in the Mudfish Individual Poet Series (Box Turtle Press, 2014). Her creative work has been published in many American journals and translations of her poetry into Lithuanian have appeared in Literatūra Ir Menas, Metai, and Šiaurės Atėnai. Her poetry in Russian has been published in the anthology Nash Krym (KRiK, New York, 2014) and the journals Children of Ra and The Poets Journal. Her English translations of poets writing in Lithuanian and Russian have appeared in St. Petersburg Review, Quarterly West, Springhouse Journal, National Translation Month, and Axolotl. She is a member of the American PEN Center.
