Valery Kourinsky

 

SONNET ON INDEPENDENCIES

Something in me wants dependence from you,
something is likely to be at last omnidependent,
waiting for answer, forever a pendant,
always not morning, but its drop of dew, --

so I try to elude an adieu,
freedom to conquer by happening pent in
light of connections that are like a painting,
gladly created for my sake by few

favorite classics of better existence
( they gives the orders, to which future listens,
bending its way that in essence is build

by the dependencies gathered in Verse,
needed by all of us who is the worse
overcoming, winning victory
over a dirty silt ).