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.