Стихи на иностранных языках

[Sonnenstrahl]

Один из моих любимых (на данный момент) авторов.

The Sun, Mary Oliver

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?


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Abigail Urban
Untitled

Describing the Indescribable
They come out strange
individualized
Words that only have context
in the mind

Home
The feeling of a dirt road
an open field
and the smell of soil

Sorrow
One word: without
a pull that pulls nowhere
a hand that is never there

Love
A strong brisk mind
Moving the miraculous
Shivering with fear and excitement

Understanding
A small cautious step
Wary, restful content
A blossoming curiosity

Inspiration
Longing fireworks

Awe
The power of one word: wow

They come out strange
personal
They are missing
incomplete
But at least they try

[Petro_Kozuto]

Я только помню
(гудмонин гудмонин гудмонин тую
гудмонин гудмонин амгелету ту ю)

[ВетальМалой]

Непогано вийшло, мені подобається!