Your sharp clean scent of jasmine numbs me

still . . .

Written by Dmytro Chystiak  

Translated from the Ukrainian by Hilary Sheers

Narrated by Stanley H. Barkan

Your sharp clean scent of jasmine numbs me still

Eyes’ greeting lies on morning silence

With green scattering of wandering lights,

Above the hay, above the stars

In a blue song – a boat without oars.

Insistent crickets cannot be silenced

When the first night-scented stocks surge forth –

Sleep meanders on your face

Finds no return – so warmly do

Gardens and fields grow through us in these showers –

With you I will not sleep till dawn.