“White flashes in azure enter water deep”
Written by Dmytro Chystiak
Translated from the Ukrainian by Hilary Sheers
Narrated by Joan Harrison
White flashes in azure enter water deep.
A bird with no branch cries in a blue haze.
A tide of weeping violets will cover it–
And the chime of crystals falls on petals.
The young – in azure? In dreams? In a wash of wings?
A more astringent smell. A distant glow sings.
Dream skywards of eyes light as Parnassus’ grass at a secret funeral feast
Rise high in flight from waves across black mudflats!
White feathered young will fly from new young water
And turn into churches on these shores!