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•  Свiтлана Костюк - сприймаю кожен день - Ukr-to-Eng

Translation:

•  my dear Ukraine

excruciating happiness
sweet pain

•  dear trolls

dear trolls
and unfriended friends

•  thunderbolts of heart IX

it cannot be
thinner

•  just let you know

estrangement walls
nonstop simoons

•  in gorges of my dream

it’s likely
I’ll fall short

•  Sonnet XXXII

Apprise my barely melted heart that ages!
Poor farness pleads and leads up to thawed patches,

•  loco palindrome

was a saw
won now

•  Sonnets XXX -XXXI

Not much to lose, except pluck-feathered madness.
Ideas yellow in a scribbled column.

•  shocking news

I can hardly describe
each dimension and vibe

•  playing with an eventide gravity

the gravity of eventide
got even with

•  rebirth of a.m.

I’m sure
who I was

•  who am I

who am I
to garden your smile

•  in the time of lunacy

dusted off
by fits and starts

•  There is some light

There is some magnitude in arms
to hold a child unharmed and warm,

•  oranges and apples

they are
less oranges

•  out of the swoon

our blindness
came out of the swoon

•  ship of pain

sail your ship of pain across my love
carried by the phantoms and swift wails

•  A falling star

From the bottom of my heart
a mortal hope

•  haiku in white - heedlessly-scattered notes - a temporal well

haiku in white

•  Yang's swan song

Well, after all
I tag along

•  A young rimrock

I can feel it.
Right now,

•  the whole shebang

whip-poor-will
whip-poor-will

•  Unearth from your mineshafts

Unearth from your mineshafts the eon of death,
the shelf time for fossils is cut to an hour.

•  Beheading smacks

The last of rays is on his deathbed,
a slab of fired clay. He grasps a move

•  A railway station scent

Dogs quested and the presence missed a soul.
They scared away the rigor out of air.

•  Too drunk to drive with haiku II and III

the absence of sap
and winds’ meaningful presence

•  Cocoon of Love or Кокон Любовi

Shutting off
the reading source

•  An eyeful blink or Повне зору блим

An eyeful blink
shakes off the lunar stillness,

•  Harvesting wits or Збираючи дотепний урожай :)

Hearsays don’t read facts.
They lend an ear

•  The Locoweed Datura

in a thorn apple orchard
every nearby-river whisper

•  Dots

Dot... dot... dot...
Three greetings

•  The future of right now

It seems
I am the future

•  Trails of stars

Trails of stars live in the rusted bucket
crammed with larvae,

•  Gaudi of my rhymes

Take a look, you missed a spot
hunting down for fun my echoes.

•  Sonnets XVI-XX

Feel Poetry... don’t touch a word... just painted...
gain gravitation in the heart of Mecca,

•  Making waveless seas

More waves, those fondlers tangle us at sea,
inside avidity, with susurrus and lewd.

•  Jam in connectivity

We’ve nothing in common
except not making a common sense.

•  Bloody-wet

Bloody-wet,
soaked to the skin,

•  My ration

Wordsworth faded, Frost dispersed.
Heavens left its fluff and feathers

•  An open letter

I’m blue about my angels’ flaps and flops,
each one could make a perfect sense for blatherskites and tattles.

•  Seth and Seshat

The drying sky can’t ever be outgrown.
And, when it’s dry, gray patterns tend to fade.

•  Isis and Osiris

Linger, my cognate and chosen,
I heaped up gores of your flesh

•  A Soldier's Heart (II)

(another variation)

•  Sonnets XI-XV

The scattered world is an unthreaded necklace.
Blue neck of sky remembers chinks and smashes.

•  9.11.

From New York and to Tora Bora
Livid Past gnaws a corner stone,

•  A soldier's heart

The gaze stays wild and empty, half-and-half.
Sharpshooters’ distance milks a golden calf.

•  Hang on

I’m close to reach emptiness` dry-lands and closed
To all what my pithiness mutters… supposed…

•  Out of Status Quo

“Report the status.”
“The status quo!”

•  Magnificent Whiteness

Thinner and thinner are thoughts,
almost transparent and crystal…

•  Sonnets VI-X

Such as are forsaken words in endless fables,
which freed and eavesdropped, grown inside enamored,

•  Another Christmas Story

She is a teen. She hates her guts
For carrying God and growing jut.

•  The tailor of my shade

O Lord, you are the tailor of my shade.
Sew it as solid one, not beetled over…

•  A wave of consciousness

A surf
The wave of consciousness to spurt.

•  To be a bee

bees come
become

•  What is left of me

What is left of me?
I am snow-white scattered news,

•  Tovtry

(Translation of Oleksandr Diachenko "ТОВТРИ")

•  Anxiety kicks up

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "І ЗНОВ МЕНІ ТРИВОЖНО")

•  The wind of history

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ВІТЕР ІСТОРІЇ")

•  Out here the only time

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ТУТ ТІЛЬКИ ЧАС")

•  I don't feel pity for myself

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "СЕБЕ НЕ ХОЧУ ЖАЛІТИ")

•  In memory of my mother

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ПАМ`ЯТІ МОЄЇ МАМИ")

•  Remember First

The heart has lifted a curfew
Imposed since Remember First.

•  Revelation

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ОДКРОВЕННЯ")

•  My point B

A point ‘A’, a line “AB”,
The clock I hardly try to beat…

•  Blue forest

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "СИНІЙ ЛІС")

•  Following the music of a blind

(Translation of Vladimir Shkliarenko "За музыкой слепца")

•  Last Muse

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ОСТАННЯ МУЗА")

•  Reading my poetry

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ЧИТАЮЧИ МОЮ ПОЕЗІЮ")

•  The wind is graceful

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "КРАСИВИЙ ВІТЕР")

•  A piquant lore

A piquant lore –
in spills and spells,

•  Right before the dusk

Distant voices, sentenced to bespeak,
settle for the emptiness to carry,

•  Waves of lullaby

Rock-a-bye, the sky
spills the song for you.

•  You dried out slowly

You dried out slowly in a teardrop on my face,
as rivers of caress, strong spirits in a glass.

•  Made of stone or snow

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "КАМ'ЯНА ЧИ СНІГОВА")

•  In a glass pub

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "У СКЛЯНІЙ КОРЧМІ")

•  Ink

My blood’s my ink, a liquid form of thought.
It’s visible as wind and touchable by heart.

•  Christ

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ХРИСТОС")

•  INVENTED

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ПРИДУМАНО")

•  seizures

dogs of the seizure were here
barking appeased bitten through

•  SNOW IS FUMING

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "СНІГ ЧАДИТЬ")

•  A WOMAN

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ЖІНКА")

•  They follow me

They follow me by stomping on the newborn quest
and watch their steps as if an abyss glares out there.

•  TOO LATE TO RALLY

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ВЕРТАТИСЬ ПІЗНО")

•  To fly and fall

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ЛЕТІТИ І ВПАСТИ")

•  THE RIGHT TO BE A LONE WOLF

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ЗА ПРАВО БУТИ САМОТНІМ ВОВКОМ")

•  A LITTLE GIRL

(Translation of Ihor Pavlyuk "ДІВЧИНКА")

•  Dreaming about Eternity

Silently woe betides me,
leaving myself in ruins.

•  Dotted i's and crossed t's

To take the bit between the teeth –
to dot the i’s and cross the t’s.

•  The angel of a presage

I’ve dearly wondered how her hair would look in gray,
since she became a golden rush of my endorphins.

•  A congregative place

A holy place where shadows like a swarm of locusts,
who bares the street perplexity straight to the bones.

•  Black Friday

The day was born to be as black
as Friday’s shopping spree.

•  The appearance of White Wolf

The chintz of night is in the bureau
and takes all seven draws of sky.

•  An iris on a blue and green

To please an ogle – to shed the scene
where rays were caught by full-grown pupils.

•  The song of Silence

When I’m holding the breath as a bird
In the cage known by heart and for grieves,

•  Sonnets I-V

Whilst getting used to words, as to a dungeon,
I muse. Like ashes in a hearth or swishes,

•  The Land of Marigolds

She harvests rains I dream about,
I’m waiting for, and tend to strand.

•  Loopy journey

Panes are readable by the nightfall,
East is catching the sense of shading.

•  An ocean in a drop

As soon as levities of blows had ended with a trough,
to moor the tarnished ship, the sky exhorted meddling clouds

•  Billows to come

When it’s nothing – nada left in me for you to love
and the meaning of the words compels them to expire,

•  Raven's eye

The world is staring straight at raven’s eye,
so desperate to shelter from Aloofness,

•  Too drunk to drive with haiku

hey Bloody Mary
you’re the last one to shed

•  Beaks chock-full of news

The day has reached the point so easy to peruse
about two grackles strutting with beaks chock-full of news.

•  A tang of wishful tango

Her smile is sculptured scarcely with muscles.
It makes the lips convincing and seductive,

•  The storm ends

The moony mood is volatile like stems of aqua-sepaled clouds,
and potpourris of sentient vibes unhold its wilt on tenterhooks.

•  the subtle overture

the subtle overture before it rains
a sonic jag for jabbers isn’t jaded

•  moonlit blues

the moon is blue
an opened mouth of darkness

•  Brrr

the brittle breeze is breeding in a briskly brook
her brevity of breathing broadens to the brinks

•  haunted memories

the body shrouded in flowers
is resting in peace

•  A neap tide of emotions

Oh, nothing else would wring my heart so deadly-hard
as the deficiency of outer force to squeeze it.

•  chirping cricket

faintly annoying chirping
of mate-calling cricket

•  freshly squeezed

from the bottom of woman’s curiosity
taste freshly squeezed

•  Flipping a coin

When time was crucial and booked
for stories piled up to cook,

•  Rising Sun ikebana

Oh peasant’s soiled hands, you cherished final plan,
for I was growing hope in grains of boggy plant.

•  Bringing to life

It could be imprinted on fingers like these –
emotions demolished the way to appease,

•  Dial tone

Dialed three sixes and nine double one –
wire’s connected to silence. I’m done,

•  This goodbye

This goodbye, long and sharp, gets weaker,
when the edges of winds are thin

•  Sifting the poetry

Latterly, literally - little for love
showing while stitching last row to the row.

•  Vined over shrine

Open your heart for spirit to breathe.
Church is your lungs and chorus - for breeze.

•  Creating an universe

If the poetry is a fortune,
so I must be the fortuneteller.

•  Revival of the Truth

Lo and behold - it’s really you, my Lord!
As I am spitting in the wind, you - blood.

•  Urban snap-shot

While solar light gets mummified
from being shot and brought on slide,

•  Anger management

Persuaded myself -
not to hold on leash chocking me anger.

•  Playing with innocence

You are playing with innocence –
a little child’s building castles in a sand.

•  Nutty cry.

(translation of Ондо Лінде "Горіхи теж плачуть")

•  When to your lips

(translation of Григорій Чубай "Коли до губ твоїх ")

•  Taking the breath

Oh Sea of Misery and Sorrow,
your salty waters – cry and thirst.

•  Moment of Truth

(Song)

•  Angel`s eyes

(song)

•  Chrysanthemums

(translation of Леся Романчук "Хризантеми")

•  Fluctuation

Bull nailed down two golden horns
and Bear raised its chest for hugging.

•  Calmness is near

Wind is eager to break its record -
throwing calm-ward flaked-frosted air,

•  Driving

Aren't seats for people? Please stow your stuff,
days fly unnoticed, “next stops” - too many,

•  When it's time

So much filthiness – lips are ready for breeding.
...passing sense, creatures-words are about to be born.

•  A fiddler on the roof

Another day - a fiddler on the roof
composes melodies of lasting lights.

•  I am wounded with a mute shadow

(translation of Лученко Святослава
"Я поранений нiмою тiнню")

•  Reluctance and Faith

I won’t walk these corridors -
webbed neuronic grids.

•  Let it rain

The radiance of sun
laid solar spawns on soil,

•  Guilder-rose's charms

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Калиновi чари")

•  Unfading

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Незгасле")

•  Evening melancholies

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Вечірні меланхолії")

•  Empty bottle

Whisky bottle –
empty tummy,

•  Luigi's dialogs

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Дiалоги з Луiджi")

•  Grey night

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Сива ніч")

•  As always

So many promises are lingering - a break,
Too many “sleeping pills” remembrance tends to take.

•  Three passions

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Три пристрасті")

•  Silver

(translation of Лученко Святослава "Срiбло")

•  Lust in dashes

Hearts are pushy with eruptions,
Heaving in the temples pressure.

•  Farewell to Indian Summer

This striking day
is the last of the Mohicans

•  The city

This city’s cracked
by soulless crooks

•  Tonight

Tonight no word will grieve its loss and give a whit,
Since our hands are soaring in the same direction.

•  Truth in your fist

Honesty and Trust – two birds
lured God’s Chirping into ears.

•  Self-reflection

Sometimes I see myself as tiny kite.
It glides on Winds of Bliss and Fortune.

•  Well of Loving

When my hair turns to gray -
doesn’t mean - I’m looking wiser.

•  Clouds’ collision

Clumsy clashes – clouds’ collision,
revolutionary march of drops.

•  Vaya con Dios

“Vaya con Dios!” – days are puffed and rush is lost,
the Angel Death erases distance to the shoulders.

•  Mister Time

Be brave Mister Time – I’m recalling the Future.
You come without Hope to assure our Glory and Fame.

•  States of emotion

Cruel,
so selfishly cruel

•  Eyes are inhaling

Eyes are inhaling hot sundown,
like strong addiction - grave smoke.