Poems of Alexey Kalakutin (Russia)

 

Alexey Kalakutin (October 30, 1973) lives in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. He is a Russian writer, a philologist. He is the author of six novels in verse, and and six long and extensive poetic pieces. International Ambassador for Peace, participant in several international poetic anthologies, awarded with certificates of recognition.

Alexey Kalakutin - The end of the poem"Elena and Leon":

People caught in the pool of mortal life,

It is not internal baggage that is needed, but external brilliance.

How can I drink water from a dirty puddle

And not to notice a living spring nearby?

How can one not strive for eternal life?

How can one not desire imperishable joy?

We are looking for a holiday in the physical world,

But only paradise can give true grace.

FRAGMENT: "SWEET MARTYR"

I apparently don't deserve it

neither here nor after the rewards of death

and, weighing the horror lived,

I admit sinful sadness without debate.

Warm rays of love and happiness.

They rarely looked at my destiny.

I tried to light hundreds of lamps in the hall

a dim light came on in the closet.

I dreamed: a faithful husband, a trustworthy life,

to be able to grow old together.

But it didn't work: there was a life partner,

And life with him became the scene of a stormy battle!

The beginning of happiness is a majestic officer:

Captivating, decisive, slim,

heroism an exceptional example,

Illustrious Defender of Port Arthur.

Six months have passed. Cupid threw down his bow,

but escaped our bedroom without looking back

tired of seeing a drunk tyrant

who organizes fights every night.

The battles continued at night.

Covered his body from the torpedo with a pillow,

my husband yelled nasty things to the Japanese,

skillfully combining rude words with delirium.

And in the morning after the nightmares, he was trembling,

drank alcohol with a glass,

and, losing his mind again, put the bottle

And he called me, mistaking me for the captain!

And again - the night, and again my husband

fighting with the Japanese fleet

threw a pillow through the window like a circle,

trying to get someone out of the water!

Seeing deserters behind him,

he destroyed paintings, vases and sculptures! ...

This is how my chosen one lost his mind

Staying under the siege of Port Arthur!

ALEXEY KALAKUTIN RUSSIA

Translator: Marlene Pasini Mexico