Valery Kourinsky

02.13.99

ROAD-SIGNLY SPEAKING

The miserable elevating itself as the strong,
and sprouts of tenderness whither,
and a true might-be-force ceases its growth,
and instead of it appears a coarseness...

Bees of aiming buzz notwithstanding,
crocus is ready to give to them his soul
during inevitable spring. So for this time.
Later we'll see what will happen.

Later or maybe never, my friend.
Never for us two, ten or million.
Never for such colored time
and such inspirative primordial disorder,
which is progenitor of a sonnet well-regulatedness,
of stream created by ecstasies
in cosmic while measured by ancient clepsydra
of Milky Way that is put in thought like a cigaret smoke cloud.

There is a festive sadness. O yes, --
its core of holiday
is calm like a snowy mountain under sunny sky

Bees of aiming buzz. And something is to do
in order to discover what is the order for you,
the personal vision of transparent divine forefinger,
pointing the goal by the lightning-like movement.

That "must" is to translate " your freedom".
(Solemn irrefutability).
That "must" is a road-sign indicating the way
leading away from the miserability,
derogatory itinerary in that constellation of insights of people,
in that cluster of earthly galaxies,
where we are able to choose a heavenly vector.