Kokoschka- The bride of the wind Every moment of our meeting we celebrated the
like an epiphany,
alone in this world. You were more daring and slightly
of a bird's wing, descending like a vertigo
skipping steps, and leads me over
wet lilacs in your possessions
beyond the mirror.
When I arrived the night was made
grace the doors of the iconostasis
were opened, and which shone in the darkness and slowly leaned
nudity in the wake: "You be blessed," said
, conscious of As irreverent
was my blessing: you were asleep, and the lilac
tended to brush off the table
the galaxy with the blue lids, and tap from light
eyelids were quiet, and his hand was warm.
In the crystal pulsing rivers,
fumigated the mountains, the sea sparkled, while asleep on the throne
were holding a crystal ball,
and - my God! - You were mine.
you destasti and cangiasti
the daily vocabulary of human speech and
really was filled with meaning, and the word you
unveiled its new meaning: the tsar.
Given everything was transfigured,
even the simplest objects - the bowl, the pitcher - when
as a guard stood between us
ice water, in layers.
We were led nowhere.
It opened our eyes, like mirages,
city lots to spell
mint stretched themselves under their feet, and the birds were
fellow travelers,
and fish up the river, and the sky
opens our eyes ...
When fate followed us step by step, like a madman
with a razor in his hand.
("first meeting, in Selected Poems" 1989
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