Александр Непомнящий - Имя
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Until the last cartridge through the fields of flowers
With hopeless joy with a battle take
prohibitive heights, rusty thorns of words
Tear, trampling mines, stand on your own.

Enter the city at dawn and set fire at home
start with your door
Before that, wipe the dust and kill the spider
Cover the bed before that

And I don't need moths moths hits the glass
And the red light in me, and victory in the face
The abyss looks tiredly, I'll get it anyway
For a long time the Bolotnaya shadows after me whisper
in vain: On Kupala night, fern - tore off the color
Simple and destined and do not understand the shadows
But why do you need my name

Seven steps of wooden and a set of nails
You will not find a single wall for all the rooms
And from the edge of the rainbow the voice of children
live yes to live if there were no war

if it wasn't it ...... is dishonest if the name is one
Any cross has two sides
So eat my bread, drink my wine
how you are yours, and if not, then - I'm sorry

Name will not help the fire, and the sun is
Above the autumn of words feathers and scream of the hawk
and stones where to lose the head or horse
And all names

Through the silent cold of the snow of white sheets
lonely black line of wolf traces
below is right, beyond the sky, darkness and light of fights
into the world of the eternal north

Water will come anyway, the storm will hang everything in place
Knead us with an eight -winged star at dawn
And the child in the cradle will dream of a thunderstorm
SHRUMS Gray Wings White - everything is like in war

There will be a table, there will be a feast - who is not there
only in puddles April, to die
Waddlo look for the day with fire Solnyshkin Light
and for some reason stand one at a time behind the sun

And I don't need miracles, the moth beats glass
For the Light Scar - thanks and victory in the face
The abyss looks tiredly - I'll get it anyway

For a long time the Bolotnaya shadows after me whisper
in vain, on a Kupala night, tore the fern.
Simple and destined and do not understand the shadows
But why do you need my name?

And the Blessed Generals threw the soldiers
Hold without a dream on the battlefield alone
In the dark, the last line is blindly, without cards
although you have to hear the bells for a long time

so freely I wanted to be Christ alone
Only everyone in a row, thirty coins
betrayed b, but alive in spite of the winds
There are no people in the middle of ruins and death.

(1998)