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Behind a window with a flame!



From Cycle "Poems to Blok"



1
A bird in the hand is your name,
An icicle on the tongue is your name,
One movement of your lips is your name,
Five letters is your name.
A ball caught in the flight it is,
A silver tambourine between the lips,

A stone, into a quiet pond thrown,
Will sob the name by which you're known.
Your loud name resonates in the light
Crackling of the hooves in the night.
And a trigger with crackling ample
Will call it back into the temple.

Your name - forbid this! -
Your name - the eyes kiss,
In tender chill of motionless eyelids
Your name - to the snow give a kiss.
Key, ice, blue gulp - deep
With your name is the sleep.


2
A knight without reproach,
A ghost, a gentle one,
Who is it that called you
Into my life so young?

In fog greyish-blue
Dressed in a chausible
Of snow, stand you.

Around the city
By the wind I'm chased,
For the third evening
A thief I sensed.

The blue-eyed
Singer of snow
Stared at me so.