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In The Depths of The Words
Today is your day of
signs and changes.
An apple tree's wings are waiting for you
in the petals of dragonflies.
Lovers and children
recognize you by looking at stars.
The sky is a mysterious
spiral of soul.
The deity of seeds
is ripening in herbs again.
Shadows fall
in mirrors.
Hope is looking for a turtle dove
in the crowns of soul.
Your spirit is born
on the anvil of time.
In the depths of the Words
flames - burn,
footsteps - sound,
and arrows - fall.
Two Edges
Two edges
of the serrate break...
The sky – a string.
And it's hard to comprehend right away,
that you seek in the forest lake
the future
between two numbed lilies.
.
.Through The Palms of The Clouds
The black cat of starless night
sneaks – steps are transparent.
The Moon Garden teases me
with petals’ lisping –
the golden echo of your Doppelganger!
Maybe our Sleep sees us
like a breath of flowing butterflies,
where the Garden and Moon catch again
the harmonious secret that floats on
the eyelashes of grass and pebbles of sky.
Here, through the palms of the clouds – the moon is falling:
and the trees - my witnesses of the fact that I see you again
through the elastic and mesmerized shadow.
A Man
A man – the road of the Universe
to the inspiration of gatherings.
Someone knocks
on the door or
heart.
The Moon – a bloody rider –
washes his wounds
in the clean waters of your soul.
A Godchild
I bow to translators!
They take a poem into their hands,
nursing it as a beloved nanny:
holding the godchild during the christening,
becoming its second parent,
revealing it through their souls –
.the soul of the baby - a poem.
With rhymes of rhythms they teach how to walk,
and with lullabies of vowels – how to sing;
the ones who disagree are only consonants.
When the poem grows up,
they release it, like a bird,
from their good hands to
the other speech and language
which becomes to the verse a family where it’s welcomed!
A Guest
When suddenly a poem appears
on a street,
for sure – you just stand still so
you won’t lose it on the way home. 37 - 41âîïð
Your silhouette keeps on leash stanzas, 41-49 ñòõ è áèî
shoulders cover the meaning,
and your eyes hold some shimmering images
strung at the sight and veiling the world;
your hands barely breathe;
your breath, in time with the poem,
conducts the double meanings
of emerged words.
The transport is afraid to touch
the brought to life in open space streets
and your revived heroes
from the mysterious ether.
Words and lines vigilantly observe our world
out from that non-existence or the Garden of Eden,
revealing to us the doppelg;ngers of hell and paradise,
and often changing their places!
Constructions the verse are marching down the spine.
Branches of lines grow together with the branches of trees.
Finally, you open the apartment door with a key,
.and the Poem invites you into the house,
as a welcome guest !
They Fly to Me
As colorful birds, they fly to me
the other
houses and rivers, parks and museums;
other
steps run away
from fading long minutes.
Where you are – herbs wake up and
the dome of tree rings,
full of bumblebees and wasps.
The moon dips in your eyes
its golden roots.
The dawn is almost
exsanguinated.
Branches of stars still embrace the sky
which is woven from blue flax flowers.
I’m lulling on my knees
baby-separation.
The Tree
The sky prays on you with the bottom of the abyss.
The ways of roadlessness run away to you.
Numbers and letters
complain to you and growl,
as well as future shouts and angry looks of tongues,
so as manners of an adverbial mob.
Thoughts of words flow in streams of fire.
They exclaim to you, the free cornflowers
and giving birth rye,
descending into your heart with their umbilical roots.
.You are above all – the Tree of Life!
.
Kazimir Malevich
Kazimir Malevich. Black Square
An approaching road ministers over the field and forest…
.A temple prays to you with stepping down from icons –
Sheaves of rays and cooing of the fire blood,
Ashes of oblivion and the bells of hopes’ split,
A hurricane of stone and stream of grain, doves of breath.
Here they gave way to you for Crucifixion and you ascended
On the Black Square of the nascent Universe.
A time spikelet is breathing in the beak of death.
For the secrecy – the Reality of wormwood and for the reality –
the wormwoods of Secrecy.
Opening the Space-Time flit in the cornflower pollen
the Butterflies of Creation
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..Questionnaire
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Your brief bio
Tatyana Terebinova, RUSSIA. Terebinova Tatiana is a renown poet,
translator, essayist, lives in Otradny ( Samara), Moscow. She uses the
technique of sillabic-tonic, free verse ( vers libres) , haiku and tanka. Tatiana
graduated from the Moscow Cultural and Arts Acadimy in 1989 The poet is a
winner of the Moscow International Free Verse Festival (1996).
Her poems were published in the Anthology of Russian free verse (Moscow,
“PROMETEI” , 1991), Almanac “Arion” (Moscow) ,1996. "LIK" Magazine,
Cheboksary, 2000 “Journal POetri”, Moscow, 2018 - 2020 Almanac “Jour-
nal sto-litsa”, Moscow, 2018 - 2020 Tatyana Terebinova, "The fire of
Universe" (2019 ã.), Demer Press, Netherlands. The book is translated into
English and Mandarin, 2019 ATUNIS GALAXY ANTHOLOGY OF
POETRY- Albania / Belgium, 2019, 2020 DE BRUG / THE BRIDGE /
ÃYYP - By POEMS FROM VARIOUS COUNTRIES, Demer Press ,
Netherlands, 2019, 2020 "FLOWERS OF THE SEVEN SEAS, (SEVEN
POETS)", Demer Press, Netherlands, 2019 "FLOWERS OF THE
PRESENT SEVEN WORLD POETS", Demer Press, Netherlands, 2019
ANTHOLOGY OF WORLD WRITERS, (235), December 2019, Trandafir
Simpetru - President of the World Literature Academy, Romania; 2019 "A
DAY BIHIND A WINDOW", Demer Press, Netherlands, 2020 "HAIKU
AND SENURYU" , Demer Press, Netherlands, 2020
The international anthologies AMOR EN PRIMAVERA and LOVE IN
SPRING , ìàé 2020, Indonesia. You have been chosen to be part of the
Dictionary. DICTIONARY of WORLD POETS ASSOCIATION And
WORLD LITERATURE ACADEMY. - "U.M.P-W.U.P ROMANIA": -
PRESIDENT OF ROMANIA FOR WORLD UNION OF POETS:
TRANDAFIR SIMPETRU. Her name is mentioned in the Samara Historical
and Culturen encyclopedia (1995), Samara. WORLD INSTITUTE FOR
PEACE APPOINTS AMBASSADOR FOR RUSSIA, HONOURED HER
WITH WORLD ICON OF PEACE WiP. (2019). Tatyana Terebinova is a
renown poet, she lives in Otradny (Samara), Moscow.
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