A green cry in the azure . . .

Written by Dmytro Chystiak 

Translated from the Ukrainian by Hilary Sheers

Narrated by Stanley H. Barkan

                                                                                                                                        

 

A green cry in the azure.

White sails – at a distance.

Your lips are more astringent.

Your lips are more desperate.

A deluge of silent years

Over the veil of evening

Held – as if behind a tear.

 

A step – into a green abyss.

Drops have ceased to tremble.

In the fall of barren lights

There is no shelter – thunderstorms.

 

Seas and mountains will be still

On the stroke of midnight’s shore –

In union with you

The merciless will grow,

In the womb – not stone on stone –

Wound will be bathed by wound:

A cry in the night is green.