I was browsing though Mayakovsky’s book on his visit to America (more on that later) and of course turned to the Net to find out more. As one does I ended up at a site which hosted V.V. Khlebnikov's poems, a man I had never heard of before. I am not sure I understand this poem completely or even know the context in which it was written but something about it grabbed me immediately. At the risk of yet another poetry post, here it is:
On this day of sky-blue bears
Running across quiet eyelashes,
I divine beyond the blue waters
In the cup of my eyes an order to wake.
The silver spoon of my extended eyes
Offers me a sea buoying a storm petrel;
And I see how the Russian bird flies
Through unknown lashes to the roaring sea.
A sea of heavenlove has capsized
Someone's sail in the round-blue water,
But the first storm is hopeless and gone
And from now on the journey is spring.
1919
Poem from this site.
Running across quiet eyelashes,
I divine beyond the blue waters
In the cup of my eyes an order to wake.
The silver spoon of my extended eyes
Offers me a sea buoying a storm petrel;
And I see how the Russian bird flies
Through unknown lashes to the roaring sea.
A sea of heavenlove has capsized
Someone's sail in the round-blue water,
But the first storm is hopeless and gone
And from now on the journey is spring.
1919
Poem from this site.
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