Valery Kourinsky

02.27.1999

BLIND-MAN'S-BUFF IN STAR SPACE

 

Between two hours there is a small interstice,
about which a physicist does not suspect
and there may to happen common faint
because we are with you blind-man's-buff there playing.

And time of play is in the star world timing,
where everything beyond the light has beams
that penetrate the space and slow years,
abolishing all speed of our scale.

Oh, how we humanly there move, how deftly
we run around the star and hide behind
the brightness that is so pleasant to the eyes
and hearts and thoughts and to destiny of ours!

And speed is killed by supergait, which equals slowness
amongst celestial bodies that's commensurating with us,
as if we are in earthly yard where common shrubs and trees,
and voices from neighborhood where also

as sunset underlines the protocols of evening
by summer-ray, play also going and
they passionately aim the hidden to unveil,
but darkness is so hurrying and disabling

their nervous seeking down there on Earth...
We here are free. There are no doors and threshold,
and those observers that our run envenom.
There are no noise in above landscapes,

all too loud sounds acquire a softness here,
all too sharp harmony 's desired by hearing,
all too sweet substance is embittered slightly
to moderate with hops relationship.

We here have lost at last our shameful blindness
and by transparency of life we yet can hide
what we must tend to keep forever closed
in heart and soul --to provide a high creation

of simple way for complicated business.
Pretending charming dreamy blind-man's-buff,
we seek in star space universal tool
with help of which we could to find each other,
to stay awake, to meet the heaven earthly.