Poem
Dmytro Lazutkin
spring squashes the first insect
spring squashes the first insectand the street smells of cucumber juice
when you stop
at winds’ crossing
under a red light
and there’s no chance
no hope
and hundreds of cell phone explosions —
name that tune
come up with a tune
know your own . . .
I can’t hear anything
I can’t hear anything at all
your airships of red clay
like pills tossed
into a dampened chalice of space
your dentist’s tools
play amongst themselves in their free time
and emergency instructions
constantly repeat —
you must adapt
to any situation
you must adapt
spring has killed an insect
I’ve seen worse monstrosities
© Translation: 2007, Mark Andryczyk and Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj
spring squashes the first insect
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© 2005, Dmytro Lazutkin
From: sweets for reptiles
Publisher: Fakt, Kyiv
From: sweets for reptiles
Publisher: Fakt, Kyiv
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spring squashes the first insect
spring squashes the first insectand the street smells of cucumber juice
when you stop
at winds’ crossing
under a red light
and there’s no chance
no hope
and hundreds of cell phone explosions —
name that tune
come up with a tune
know your own . . .
I can’t hear anything
I can’t hear anything at all
your airships of red clay
like pills tossed
into a dampened chalice of space
your dentist’s tools
play amongst themselves in their free time
and emergency instructions
constantly repeat —
you must adapt
to any situation
you must adapt
spring has killed an insect
I’ve seen worse monstrosities
© 2007, Mark Andryczyk and Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj
From: sweets for reptiles
From: sweets for reptiles
spring squashes the first insect
spring squashes the first insectand the street smells of cucumber juice
when you stop
at winds’ crossing
under a red light
and there’s no chance
no hope
and hundreds of cell phone explosions —
name that tune
come up with a tune
know your own . . .
I can’t hear anything
I can’t hear anything at all
your airships of red clay
like pills tossed
into a dampened chalice of space
your dentist’s tools
play amongst themselves in their free time
and emergency instructions
constantly repeat —
you must adapt
to any situation
you must adapt
spring has killed an insect
I’ve seen worse monstrosities
© 2007, Mark Andryczyk and Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj
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