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Александр Глухов A bunch of short verses
I am Alexander Glukhov. My nom de plume is Leonardo.… Thee shot an arrow into the broken heart To who you’ll send my amatory message Thy carnal essence languishes in drought Thine entity is yearning thoroughly for love … A host of lusty spirits swept into your ache They will never return but it is only the play Through victorious odour, scent his leas And e’en more interesting speaking with… … Thoughtless by nature, will I wanna to be Like a wildest savage with vigor and vim Sweet lust is so sweetest on attic on high Good morrow came…shall I do it with sorrow … To plough on through spanking clouds One heart’s love seldom needs your void Amongst thy beauty foliage expansion I am quite weak but I’m so that is that … Dead not twitter – bird – I’ve seen on path ‘tis only ebony – goeth overwhelmingly into Thru darkness we will fly into the blue He who – you, my lone, my secret benefactor …
Alexander Glukhov. Leonardo Medichi (self-portrait). 2019.
… In doubt… – whether I shall…wait By love, by night, by sea we’ll steer ship And waived immunity in order fall in art There is an affair d’amour – a vale of woe … Not one…amongst the host of dreamers Such poignant scent is kissing hand to me And overwhelming happiness and glee Thine breeze yet whispering inside of me … Against the wanton principles of soul A lot of times we wanna be obey And thinking deeply through the gale And speaking silently all day… … Let nature be your man against your wish Upon my heart – I see the only flower on Earth Such deep attachment – I am living yet At once do touch your destiny with me … My humble hut – without Thee Be bold as brass and devil lurks behind In cloudland we will be dream apart A native club of cock-and-hen-on mind …
… I’ll throw myself on knees before Your essence However…time was fled away to bliss And stay away in arms of Morpheus forever For often in the rain I miss you so much … Among the living-wild-wicked beasts I’ve had a dream of many sweetest lovers Put on red cap – with only nature’s garb Yet I am free – don’t care human hubris … We’ve never to be cuddled up together The fittest creatures only live I shall see blue light – through the distance Sometimes we kiss, we love, we – thieves … All nights as such as this he sleeps There are much poppies often grow Thee so young – you are the best We wanna cuddle up together – lone… … In vain cursed-gypsy woman came Through tangled art her spells away My truthful friends are breeze and blue But they forbid them go through …
These ancient deeds completely stuck in you Yet vicious mind – such beauty with affection The swollen buds in every spring Thine brilliant sun in lust vertigo… … The past away – into the nothingness directly We’ll go for a stroll at dawn Yet breeze is gone away forever As if the snowdrops in children’s dream … Excessively handsome and so much beauty And I hide tears from the light You’ve been forgotten in the days of yore Me gimcrack sepulture forsaken … To Prague with you I’ll walk on foot Left all – we shall be lucky beggars To feed each other every meal Look at the stars together…pleasure … I don’t speak French inside night dream Thru depth of darkness in the land of Nod Blue roses live – without any thorn A host of shamrocks only at my feet …
One of the handwritten pages of this collection of verses. The initial version. …
Not see me at all through vertigo dancing Thy thoughts are floating thru storm But both of us are naughty-frenzied gale I wander as breeze like lovely reverie … No passing when it’s raining for so long The lone path is going on and on Through wild mind – via vicious temper I doubt that you very wistful man… … As long as light in you – without way I try endure being far away from you Such miserable hope – I see you But yet I am I am with you… … Outwardly I am calm and wild and strange Pro tempore yet indwelling in our lives I wanna save the vital spark myself At once they see ignes fatui dancing … None so cute as you amongst ashes To whom…thou blowest smoke rings From now on I always thank so muchly But deadly time bid both of us – adieu …
Meanwhile I am stately strolling into… Lethargy of thought – so many simple joys I shall be striding over trees and fields And always get inhale and exhale much … Onward into the dream to land of Nod And every night I want to walk abroad Beneath the never-ending blue He has been hibernating on with you … By pristine law Thee heart – in Art Cold kiss is colder than the icy air In arms of Morpheus we’ll sleep again My thoughts still wanton in the gale … Yet must I fathom out…thee for myself Insomuch that the sooth inside of me And keep the deepest thoughts within And glad – that I’m bewitched by you … I stately way – he goes far away… But silver water flows in the broken veins I hear lone breeze…still blowing And stunning vaulted blue – above… …
Thy longest light grew less and less Through only solitary bliss with you By tryly luck which had been hidden But I am fathom deep in love till death … Next time we shall be playing for a love We shall be flying over sea so high His ship was seen arriving to my sleep We shall be standing in the nature’s garb … Nay, I still live and lovely dancing And badly hear – music conversation She always sees the ship approaching The empty path amongst the icy trees … Let’s speak of something very lovely On the lone beach – between two days Your moon and sun I see no more And both of us are fleetly itching for a love … Aye…I wander into dream in hermitage One tiny kiss can make you strange Yet stranger than the rest in rainy breeze Too yeasty waves are drifting into heart …
A. Glukhov. The last Fayum portrait. 2016. …
I’ll talk to you with cap of tea apart – so far The vastness blue above I lie on beauty And stars are looking straight at thee Through azure ether – there are no pains … A lot of lights are flickering into the blue Inside the pure morning air – only bliss And magic beatitude I feel in lone breeze Through azure sky we’ll sleeping sweetly … How world goes through the rolling clouds Qui vive?…I wanna see a blue within a dark Thru freshness of a green alone – Sun Why dew of youth is lurking in the blood … Over and over again a hope I have seen That drifts along on sparkling Milky Way There will be neither passion nor a glee The only truth is blue above…and Thee … When asked, I answered nay in vain But…smouldering embers shall be a flame Either quick do it at once or – draw away A host of many bitterly wept in of yore …
For luck he’ll take it – for better or for worse Why rude awakening inside your heart I won’t depart this luscious life again Into the latent-heathen shelter I’ll run … In very deed we ride hell for leather But they usually say – flesh for the morrow In order to get into mess by midnight In troth but she falls in and out of love … My idol is the skin…and bones So mote it be in frenzied deeds Put heart in motion for passion Do dash it hard to smithereens … As if in graveyard dwelling throes Yet no waking reveries and wailing dreams Yet very lamentable music in my mind Up to the sky into the freshness of the breath … Breathe in – the brave – into the dream Sweet Judas kiss – gives much kicks He bothers completely the life out of me But once again – be one – and only… …
An ancient silhouette I see within the trees At hand your soul howling of many wolves I’m going to the past in order see the beauty We’ve broken creatures – crying with the pain … Do twisting vertigo dance in the gale Have taught many waves thru the Art Through ragging and blistering sea I shall implore Thee with tears in vain … In flesh and blood – a flight of fancy Yet wolfish glance – lupine in heart A horde of wolves fix eyes on back Look skyward up into sapphirine azure … Neither pleasure nor love in cold fervour Do don’t take the sweetest dream away His heart was withdrawn from sweet gale The only lovely passion slept in labyrinth … Who crowned thee with rue tonight I feel heartsore continuing in Russia Be full of glee with flowers and trees Yet I forsook who put a hex on me… …
She’s not a connoisseur of ancient art Against your will the clouds roll above Through pristine dream into the grey of you There’re no thoughts when look in blue … Black gale storm – too many wicked lads A host of flowers are dancing, do not stop To live means struggle hard with shadows Of love within much passionate affection … Wherever I’m roving amidst the beauty stars Enthralled by nature – why cold in you so far For what we had trodden a path into pain We weep out heart with stone in vain … My hopes are away into the wild dream The green and blue all over are truth They whisper silent through my pain I hike around lake with emptiness … The stunning silence was heard crossing Amongst the emptiness is only pang Who walking inwardly inside beauty Who never ever tasted those milky path …
A. Glukhov. Self-portrait. 2018. Collection of Blagodatov in St. Petersburg. …
Whet only one desire to investigate a dream Upon my heart there is no scintilla of truth Into the black sky spangled with blue stars May morning dew is no colder than you are … Self is never ploughed forth alone outdid All others through infighting in his dream Yet pensive reveries stay in the throes Tormenting sight still goes on thru sleep … The rainbow lights – switch on for you Yet being kissed you stampeded into… The stealthy haven within your lovely truth But better die sweetly sleeping to doss out … Danced on the edge of Milky Way for Thee I am breathing deeply in and out at full glee And looked upon the bubbling greyness Away to place where I shall paint again … There are not true friends on the Earth And go into deepest vastness
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