Skvoz' son
Utro kholodit tugiye svyazki
I v uglakh tesnitsya temnota...
Vydokh, vyletaya izo rta
Zastyvayet izvayan'yem vyazkim.
Mutniy svet sochitsya skvoz' tuman,
Kholodit rasseyaniye mysli,
Tyomnymi ikonami povisli
Steny- teni s treschinami ran.
V utrenney ispugannoy tishi
Nezametno noch' byla razdeta,
Okean razmazannogo sveta
Obuchayet veter slovu "zhit'".
Ya, raskinuv ruki, kak svyatoy,
Porazhayus' mernym postoyanstvom,
Rezhu vzglyadom iskrennim prostranstvo,
Chto sgustilos' grustno predo mnoy.
Myagkiye komki mokhnatykh snov
Mne sadyatsya na ruki, kak ptitsy
Utro v golovu vstavlyayet spitsy
V veki dobavlyaya ugol'kov.
Lyogkoye dykhaniye lyubimoy
Tishinu chut' slyshno terebit...
Pustoty razmytyy monolit
Krasotoy svoyeyu gord nezrimoy.
I, khvataya rtom syroy efir,
Ya shepchu i sam sebya ne slyshu:
"Vechnym bud', tot mir, kotoriy vizhu! -
Yesli to, chto vizhu- eto mir..."
Napisano: 17 Iyulya 1994 g.
Nu kak? S pivkom voydyot ili luchshe bol'she ne pisat'? :-)
Pasha.
Kolybel'naya
Potyanulis' milliony-
Milliony zimnikh let.
Na Zemle proydut eony
Pered tem, kak gryanet svet
Pered tem, kak stanet bol'no,
Kak metel' zakonchit bred,
Na Zemle proydut stoletya,
Miriady zimnikh let.
Laska medlennogo snega
V tishine rozhdayet bol'.
Mezhdu mnoy i vyshinoyu
Plachet kto-to v mi-bemol'.
Ya raskryl svoi obyat'ya
I v menya pronik stilet
Obnimayuschikh za gorlo
Millionov zimnikh let.
Zdes' neslyshen krik proklyat'ya,
Zdes' vobsche nenuzhen zvuk
Mnogosnezhnoye molchan'ye
Zamykayet kriki v krug.
Proshloye- vo snakh vernyotsya
Buduscheye- zryat mechty
...Svet lucha, raspyatiy vetrom,
Ne styditsya nagoty...
Proshloye ushlo pod zemlyu
V nebe- buduschego beg
Nebesam zemlya ne verit,-
V nakazan'ye kruzhit sneg.
I sredi meteli stonov
Vremeni otschyota net:
Naslazhden'ye millionov,
Milliardov zimnikh let.
Ne prervat' svoikh obyatiy,-
Bledniy lyod okutal plot'.
Xolod, myortviy moy vayatel',
Mne tvoy grob ne raskolot'...
Pyaniy melkim snegom veter
Zamyol viyemki sledov.
Zdes' ne budet ni rassveta,
Ni lyubvi, ni slyoz, ni slov.
No zato svyatym i mudrym
Oto snov vozdushnykh ryan
Ty prosnyoshsya rano utrom
U istokov Brakhmaputry
Moim vzorom osiyan.
Napisano: 5 fevralya 1995 goda.
Pasha.