The garden run to seed flies off . . .
Written by Dmytro Chystiak
Translated from the Ukrainian by Hilary Sheers
Narrated by Charles Rammelkamp
The garden run to seed flies off.
Only we blossom towards evening.
On bright faces – escapes to the sun.
On embraces – silent falling stars.
After deaths, after flights and passing years –
Silence kept in stork’s whiteness
And far off rivers of promise,
And in the eyes – a high-yearning bird.
Late grapes have fallen everywhere.
First nights beneath a covering of stars.
Dreams float from sea to sea.
The garden does not look back.