“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!