Рецензия на «Женщине с большой буквы» (Мария Юрьева)
Голубка, к Тебе Глубь Летит: http://www.stihi.ru/2010/03/11/8847
Юноша с Фото………………
Сергей Козий 11.03.2010 23:03 • Заявить о нарушении правил / Редактировать / Удалить
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In the eternity a freshness of bright past days will stay forever... Simultaneously and never
Мария Юрьева 12.03.2010 18:48 Заявить о нарушении правил / Удалить
Мария!
Написанное Вами -это миниатюра, а не новелла!
Новелла - это небольшая повесть или большой рассказ
Зоя Сергеева 16.03.2010 14:48 Заявить о нарушении правил / Удалить
Любовь, Радость, Наслаждение – Подобны Прощанью…
……………………..Лорд и Повелитель Муз Байрон
Это и Миниатюра, и Новелла, и Роман, и Трагедия…
Одна строка – БЕСКОНЕЧНОСТЬ…
Бесконечность – Гениальна по Определению…
Сергей Козий 16.03.2010 20:39 Заявить о нарушении правил / Удалить
LOOP TO ДЕВА МАРИЯ...
Butterfly-infinity
is rung,
if it is Love,
my girl…
The future cannot be touched with hands.
It may be reached only with BELIEF…
has gone.
The space is compressed to ellipse;
It turns to fall not
And soft Virgo's smiling
Bears a fatal passion.
P.S. who was earlier
as the Moon -
a pearl
but of ocean bottom.
A spring sunset
will be dreamt in night only.
And a leaf under feet
is wrinkled by rains.
But rich fragrance
of unpicked apples
pours above us again.
P.S. Bursting into noon
as white bird
and, for a moment,
as a wild horse,
with humid nostrils
you breath a fog
of Love left
on ghostly feather grass
where memory of odors
is a sublime illusion.
I see a lion cub in my dreams
With sunny soul, -
A big kitten
With red mane.
P.S. I stay like a boy,
I'm catching
a sunbeam,
a sunbeam…
rapid and hot
sunbeam,
sunbeam -
I love it sweetly.
It does not matter for me who have been those three
or, may be, four - no matter!
Feeling confusion bears young
wine of Love.
There are friends-rattles on feeling top,
they cannot know what is going.
Love is log cabin and temple for two only
from ages ago.
Above the clouds the skies turn black
and where stars are open
the victory shines as the huge letter
and drowns with glimmer in eyes.
P.S. There is the past in present
that drowns with future.
Demons whirl me
in face of fire…
God and the brink - the sorrow is not in it!
Cranes are crying above mountain pass…
Sharp wedge whirls like crows
and clouds are as a wall on it…
P.S. Expanse of freedom
and bird's cry…
Thou is will's tension,
breath of tired powers
and resounding rustle of soft wings -
a tireless way to nesting site…
That who thirsts for flying
never escapes the fate -
we to perfection know
shooting techniques.
Сергей Козий 16.03.2010 20:53 Заявить о нарушении правил / Удалить