poem by Dmitry Blizniuk

from Ukraine, Kharkov

translated from Russian by Sergey Gerasimov

A Pair of Opening Scissors


Like a scorpion that hears through the night

the velvet steps of a caravan far, far away,

I hear you –

I hear you entering the future without me.

You disappear into the labyrinths between the walls of water of the parted sea,

into blue and green streets of rearing waves.

Skyscrapers of water hang over you;

giant crystal columns boil

full of restless fish and sleepy drowned ships.

You go away from me, into the perspective of Monet’s paintings.

You beckon me to come, silently,

but the paintings are covered with purple shawls of lies.

We use to love each other,

used to be an alloy of two happy faces, of lips and eyes.

Two relaxed sculptures in love.


People say, there is nothing new in the world,

everything has already happened,

so life is handed to us on a plate, like to millionaires’ kids.

We are released into the present: sentient piranhas

released into a spiral, anti-glass aquarium

with a one-way current,

and when turning a bend,

we can brush against our past, against our own reflection,

make eye contact with our own silvery twin…

Look, fractured, gnawed skeletons of camels

show up white on the beautiful sand, on the bottom of time,

and all the clock dials are empty.

Does it mean that our caravan didn’t reach the destination?


We are growing apart in time like a pair of opening scissors.

Slowly like hair, their blades are growing longer.

We’ve already lost each other.

We’ve chosen different streets in the Venice of time.

But I don’t regret. I’m as calm as a king

in the morning of his execution: imperturbably,

he wipes his neck with a handkerchief soaked in vinegar and water,

in his mistress’s tears (her pale hands are trembling like wax orchids

or tiny electric drills.)

I hear you throbbing in the spider web of time  –

I’m always with you, just as you are always with me.

And, at the same time – never, nowhere, with no one.

It’s the quantum physics of human relationships.



poem by Dmitry Blizniuk

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