09/11/2021
тексты написанные в столбик, не стихотворения.
Triptych in Tones of Black and Pearl
I
Nocturne. Bats, noctules,
crepuscular insects, night-birds, night-flies
and moths, nocturnal catlike carnivores,
small leaping rodents with long hind legs,
baneworts and flowers-carnivores, night-flowers,
one’s nocturnal emission and night dreams, and finally,
the soft-green carnation,
blighted and magic, that blossoms in the city,
the Great, majestic City
by night.
Lara Biyuts © 2009
II
One’s bleak despair in tones of black
and pearl. The lights go out, letting darkness fall
and bring us.
We are vampires, children and lords of the darkness.
In the toils of our thirst, we wander over the moonlit world.
Fear-encircled, we produce fear. Thirsty for blood,
we want to drink your life, and to sow the darkness
with the power of our thoughts. For ever young,
for ever beautiful,
alien, fast and strong -- not omnipresent yet omniscient –
no reflections, no shadows -- lightly moving,
the night vigil of oblivion, we send nightmares. And Luna,
Greek Selene, admires us.
Oblivion at every threshold of the hagridden mortals.
The gentle bite -- the sweet taste of blood. For we’re thirsty.
No use of crying. Acquiesce. Noctules, nosferatus – pallid faces
And shining eyes -- maybe dead, maybe living,
yearning for a sweet prey -- languorous, sometimes cheerless –
we wander in the moonlight. Vampires,
children and lords of the darkness. Lonely amid you.
Lara Biyuts © 2009
III
To be continued. Next, it all begins anew:
a new book, new quest, new den. Big deal: daytime,
twilight, night. Like a photographer, we are concerned about
the play of light and shades. The dusk leading to darkness,
the darkness leading to the dark side.
The play of light and shades is important for photographers,
actors, artists of the past who used charioscure,
and it’s important for us to the same or greater extent.
The Play of light and shades
as an offspring of Light and Darkness,
the couple akin to Romeo and Juliette,
Caravaggio and chiaroscuro, poet and night.
Poet serves to the sublime, he’s hanging out
in the midst of the mundane, playing white and living side by side
with any low games leading to the dark side. Daytime, night.
The sun may be bringing death. Some shadowists,
who cannot be confused with Caravagesques,
can die from the sunshine, but ballrooms are brightly lit,
in the hours when darkness approaches
and reigns outside the windows. Apropos,
what about today’s forecast? No weather like nasty weather.
Lara Biyuts © 2009