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© Rick K. Reut, 2025

ISBN 978-5-0068-1881-1

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

 
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O

СОБРАНИЕ
OF
CYCLIC
СТИХОТВОРЕНИЙ

ONE OF
ВОЗМОЖНЫХ
ВЕРСИЙ

(TIME)

…as time flies fast – unless GOD cuts its wings.

But then time seems to simply start to run

out of space. Time sometimes only brings

slow-motion sighing from the setting sun.

Yes, time can heal; but time can also kill

like a wind blowing out candles. When a rain-

storm starts, you feel all you can feel until

you come to find out if it is in vain…

…as time flies fast – unless GOD cuts its wings. But then time seems to simply start to run out of space. Time sometimes only brings slow-motion sighing from the setting sun. Yes, time can heal; but time can also kill like a wind blowing out candles. When a rainstorm starts, you feel all you can feel until you come to find out if it is in vain…

January 2004

(ДОРОГОЙ ВЕРЫ)

…снова, снова и снова.

Будучи не только словом,

небо стало Дорогой

Веры, ведущей к БОГУ…

…снова, снова и снова. Будучи не только словом, небо стало Дорогой Веры, ведущей к БОГУ…

Август 2004

(THE WILL)

…around a parking lot

of words that may be not

there. You need some more

time for another chance

to understand why no war

of words makes any sense.

When the stars leave the sky,

sometimes it starts to drown

in the dark rising high

enough to erase a town.

Always obeying the Will

of GOD, things go still…

…around a parking lot of words that may be not there. You need some more time for another chance to understand why no war of words makes any sense. When the stars leave the sky, sometimes it starts to drown in the dark rising high enough to erase a town. Always obeying the Will of GOD, things go still…

December 2004

(ONLY ONE)

…sure that GOD is

THE ONLY ONE

WHO can know this.

If time can run

out, can there be

an End of Time?

Or is Time free

of ending? I’m…

…sure that GOD is THE ONLY ONE WHO can know this. If time can run out, can there be an End of Time? Or is Time free of ending? I’m…

September 2005

(BEFORE IT’S HIS WILL)

…before it’s HIS Will.

Another day

begins to fill

another way

to a parking lot

of words. At night,

you catch a thought

train and write

you don’t really know

what. Only HE

does but doesn’t show

what it should be…

…before it’s HIS Will. Another day begins to fill another way to a parking lot of words. At night, you catch a thought train and write you don’t really know what. Only HE does but doesn’t show what it should be…

November 2005

(BOTH WAYS)

…which sounds and smells like looks

can be deceptive to taste.

They differ in different books.

Many words go to waste.

The present becomes the past

whereas the future is clear

only to GOD. Your last

chance to defeat your fear

may be right now. Or may-

be some other time. Regret

is of the past. One day

you may get what they get.

Pain and pleasure, of course,

are of the present, like joy.

Sorrow tries to destroy

everything that is, was

and will be. A night sky

speaks to an empty street.

Say hallo, then goodbye,

hoping that you will meet

again after another night.

You are getting ahead

of yourself. Out of sight,

you live in your own head

as if it was a room

or an entire block

of flats. Haunted by gloom,

you dwell on top of a clock

tower of ivory or

whatever you think it is

you can see in the freeze

frame of your mind. A door-

way leads both ways: outside

and inside. There’s another

doorway where you can hide,

getting farther and farther

away. Under the bruised

sky in the afterglow,

a multitude of unused

rain clouds crawl in slow

motion to turn on the black

coffee machine of the night

and then maybe come back

in coffee-black or milk-white…

…which sounds and smells like looks can be deceptive to taste. They differ in different books. Many words go to waste. The present becomes the past whereas the future is clear only to GOD. Your last chance to defeat your fear may be right now. Or maybe some other time. Regret is of the past. One day you may get what they get. Pain and pleasure, of course, are of the present, like joy. Sorrow tries to destroy everything that is, was and will be. A night sky speaks to an empty street. Say hallo, then goodbye, hoping that you will meet again after another night. You are getting ahead of yourself. Out of sight, you live in your own head as if it was a room or an entire block of flats. Haunted by gloom, you dwell on top of a clock tower of ivory or whatever you think it is you can see in the freeze frame of your mind. A doorway leads both ways: outside and inside. There’s another doorway where you can hide, getting farther and farther away. Under the bruised sky in the afterglow, a multitude of unused rain clouds crawl in slow motion to turn on the black coffee machine of the night and then maybe come back in coffee-black or milk-white…

June 2006

(DIMENSIONS OF DOUBT)

…other dimensions of doubt

only GOD can figure out.

Various memories

may seem ready to freeze

in the form of plain prose.

Or in verse. Getting close

to repeating each day

like a film on replay,

time can feel like a place

on your mind when you face…

…other dimensions of doubt only GOD can figure out. Various memories may seem ready to freeze in the form of plain prose. Or in verse. Getting close to repeating each day like a film on replay, time can feel like a place on your mind when you face…

August 2006

(ДАЖЕ ВО СНЕ)

…никто, кроме БОГА, не

вечен даже во сне.

Снова начавшись сначала,

день прошел мимо причала

и превратился в вечер,

который так же не вечен,

как и все, что есть вокруг.

Включая тебя, мой друг…

…никто, кроме БОГА, не вечен даже во сне. Снова начавшись сначала, день прошел мимо причала и превратился в вечер, который так же не вечен, как и все, что есть вокруг. Включая тебя, мой друг…

Октябрь 2006

(IN A WINDOW FRAME)

…picture in a window frame

painted by the Fall.

Everything stays the same

until it doesn’t. All

you see can always change.

Looks like it is GOD’s Law,

and Its nature is flaw-

less. There is another strange…

…picture in a window frame painted by the Fall. Everything stays the same until it doesn’t. All you see can always change. Looks like it is GOD’s Law, and Its nature is flawless. There is another strange…

October 2006

(TO EACH UNTRAINED EYE)

…to each untrained eye

that looks up at the sky.

A lot of time has passed

from the future into the past

through the present. This time

is beginning to rhyme

with that time, telling the truth

about somebody’s lost youth.

Time is the Answering Machine

of GOD WHO remains unseen…

…to each untrained eye that looks up at the sky. A lot of time has passed from the future into the past through the present. This time is beginning to rhyme with that time, telling the truth about somebody’s lost youth. Time is the Answering Machine of GOD WHO remains unseen…

November 2006

(STUCK IN THE PAST)

…in the afterglow,

the wind starts to blow

at a bare tree

on which plastic bags

grow quite free

of charge like legs

on all the floors

of a building. I

see lots of doors

and windows. The sky-

line shrinks this space

with driving rain

clouds on the face

of the moon. Train

windows go dark.

Thick crowns of trees

conceal a park.

Streets start to freeze.

Some call it a day,

though it is night.

Some seek to stay

out of sight

of their own eyes.

Stuck in the past,

they recognize

a time that has passed.

Only GOD can return

it now. Taking a turn…

…in the afterglow, the wind starts to blow at a bare tree on which plastic bags grow quite free of charge like legs on all the floors of a building. I see lots of doors and windows. The skyline shrinks this space with driving rain clouds on the face of the moon. Train windows go dark. Thick crowns of trees conceal a park. Streets start to freeze. Some call it a day, though it is night. Some seek to stay out of sight of their own eyes. Stuck in the past, they recognize a time that has passed. Only GOD can return it now. Taking a turn…

January 2007

(ВОПРОС THAT REALLY MATTERS)

…of this World. Only GOD

has all the answers to

all the questions you could

задать за месяц, год

и даже Вечность, ту

Вечность, что ЕГО Суд

may one day promise you

в Аду или в Раю.

Видимо, человек

не может дать ответ

ни на один вопрос

that really matters. Check

it for yourself. You get

nothing. You’re not the Boss…

…of this World. Only GOD has all the answers to all the questions you could задать за месяц, год и даже Вечность, ту Вечность, что ЕГО Суд may one day promise you в Аду или в Раю. Видимо, человек не может дать ответ ни на один вопрос that really matters. Check it for yourself. You get nothing. You’re not the Boss…

February/Февраль 2007

(SEA OF SNOW)

…seeing a sea of snow.

It looks like a prophesy

of some kind. You slow

down your eyes to see

it become as clear as

a sea that’s totally calm.

It can be in a glass

of ice freezing the palm

of your hand on a beach

that looks like a backyard.

It seems out of reach,

but it’s still not that hard

to touch the face of the earth

hidden behind a mask

of snow. It’s giving birth

to what you fear to ask

about. What does it mean

to fear hearing a voice

that can never be seen?

It leaves you little choice

but to cross the skyline

that separates the past

from the future – a sign

of a present you’ve passed.

Hear the sound of a fright

train of thoughts in your head

crossing your line of sight.

As this train goes mad,

it gets loaded with fear,

and that fear overwhelms

you. It is getting near

all the possible realms

you don’t want to go to,

trying to tell which one

is which out of too

many. In the long run,

they encompass the same

end of an empty street

that has a scary name.

It’s too hard to repeat

it, watching another night

freeze in the window frame.

You can hear that fright

train type your first name

on the railroad track,

making it easy to spell

it out all the way back

to the first farewell.

GOD is certainly GOOD

and undeniably GREAT,

but somehow you still brood

over your own fate…

…seeing a sea of snow. It looks like a prophesy of some kind. You slow down your eyes to see it become as clear as a sea that’s totally calm. It can be in a glass of ice freezing the palm of your hand on a beach that looks like a backyard. It seems out of reach, but it’s still not that hard to touch the face of the earth hidden behind a mask of snow. It’s giving birth to what you fear to ask about. What does it mean to fear hearing a voice that can never be seen? It leaves you little choice but to cross the skyline that separates the past from the future – a sign of a present you’ve passed. Hear the sound of a fright train of thoughts in your head crossing your line of sight. As this train goes mad, it gets loaded with fear, and that fear overwhelms you. It is getting near all the possible realms you don’t want to go to, trying to tell which one is which out of too many. In the long run, they encompass the same end of an empty street that has a scary name. It’s too hard to repeat it, watching another night freeze in the window frame. You can hear that fright train type your first name on the railroad track, making it easy to spell it out all the way back to the first farewell. GOD is certainly GOOD and undeniably GREAT, but somehow you still brood over your own fate…

February 2007

(СНОВА AND AGAIN)

…включая множество мест

в городе на краю

воспоминаний. Пол-

day stretches from east to west

along an avenue

like an enormous wall.

Он склеен из двух частей

речи уже два года

after you didn’t stay

on the disputed border

этих дней и ночей

среди знакомых слов.

Trying to break that chain

of events you think of,

взгляни на солнце в Руке

ГОСПОДА, каждый год

меняющего Мир снова

and again till it’s okay,

or till the Hand of GOD

makes the World start over…

…включая множество мест в городе на краю воспоминаний. Пол-day stretches from east to west along an avenue like an enormous wall. Он склеен из двух частей речи уже два года after you didn’t stay on the disputed border этих дней и ночей среди знакомых слов. Trying to break that chain of events you think of, взгляни на солнце в Руке ГОСПОДА, каждый год меняющего Мир снова and again till it’s okay, or till the Hand of GOD makes the World start over…

Март/March 2007