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I come to you – by golden waters . . .

Written by Dmytro Chystiak   

Translated from the Ukrainian by Hilary Sheers

Narrated by Annie Hayden





I come to you – by golden waters,

With flowers clasped in velvet.

Distant voices fly across the years.

Bygone streams cannot be startled:

Floating down them, trembling years,

Inflamed, die out and sink

(A star of a disembodied deity

For your countless ancestors

In lustrous union of approaching day

In a flood of sinful coitus,

But – just for a moment, in the reflected mystery

Of a distant candle in fragmented sight)…

I come to you – in fiery concord,

With flowers clasped in velvet,

In Autumn’s way, intrepidly – into silence,

Enveloping an evening gaze

Far and near in consonance.

When you smile and look,

When waters rise and we will drown –

Ears will yield grains in our sight

Or a star – not searching for boats…



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