Poetry

In this thread, please post good poems.

Years of life: June 20, 1932 - August 19, 1994
Country of birth: USSR

 

How does a stone come to life?
He first
does not want to believe in the correctness of the incisor.
But gradually
from solid fumes
floating face.
Verney - a semblance of a face. It is a draw.
It is still silent.
It's almost not there yet.
It still
resignedly according to
belong to any being.
A child, a woman, a hero, an old man...
This is how the stone comes to life.
He is on the way.
There is only one thing he does not want:
stay
the way it was.
And go no further...
But now with a great moment
Man's determination
woven.
But now with a chest, begging cry
the whole workshop
full to the brim:
“Hurry! Hurry, artist!
What are you delaying?
You have no right not to hurry!
You give me life!
You should.
You can.
I want to live!
I'm starting to live.
Believe in me lightly and obsessively.
Find out!
Like a kidney of May, open it.
Get to know me!
So that along granite veins
stone blood began to flow...
Believe in me!..
High
live,
a tear runs down her cheek.
Look!
Hurry look!
I open
sad granite eyes.
Look:
I'm waiting for the real wind.
Your spring has already entered me! .. And man,
who created this
stands and smokes
by the window.

1961