Damian Kudriavtsev, Russia, 1971

14º Medellin International Poetry Festival



you´re alive still
as the river flows
as wheat bursting in the hand
as a tongue from which bluebirds rose
what else
tell me then


how you laughed
drank lemonade
tricked let´s call them your clouds
the reflection self-replicates
seer sails in the skies for now
as his eagle eye scans
the scenery below
where he´s hanging on silence´s ends
but his dreams are lost without name
and his dreams o you can´t explain


meantime i myself
flow on streamlike
i myself uncertain with shaking head
smiling at miracles just beheld
myself i still might
turn into a cape and fly
as myself and i

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