Valery Kourinsky

03.06.1999

NATIVE TWILIGHT

 

Oh, darkness of the evening on the eve of meeting
within the huge, worldwidely spreading bud
of greening that began so far not outwardly but
deep in the very core of time!
Inside of flowering,
inside of a spring future is nightly!
So nightly is may be adolescence,
and dream about first love,
and under the eyelids of a kid
when mom said him to close eyes
while she is just going to deliver a Christmas gift,
and in a friends talk before dawn
when moment of truth flares up
together with flame of a refreshed friendship,
and in middle of pondering about past,
incorrigible but yet happy in its own way,
and amongst mob's talks beside Vienna Opera
not far from the white Mozart admiral-monument,
as if abeam of centuries musical squadron.

Beams of surface work in depth of life.
Without love I am blind and can not see them --
then devil hands me in a senseless empty darkness,
aiming detriments in every my tiny action.
Then "dark" equals "nothing",
equals "Neant" not after Sartre,
equals "absence of all",
equals impossibility of being equal whatsoever...

I hike through my occurrences
seeking the native twilight,
rich with touches of a soul to another soul,
of a mind to that other, waiting but for the same...