Valery Kourinsky

 

SONNET on HARBINGERS

It's great to be a gardener of the harbingers
with green and reddish and heavenly leaves --
then someone a present while, in it still staying, leaves,
of dry and wooden minutes crazy carpenter.

The s of predictions smell of scarcity
and through the lenses of despair they look at lives,
because their feelings are a slope where slips
down very often truth, though so sparse it is...

But being educator of the time
(who is disgusting snake prepared for crime
and of which all of us are living property,

belongings, things, routine and banal food), --
we should have power to construct the good
and plus --to dwell within our "now" properly.