\u042d\u0434\u0433\u044d\u044d\u0440 \u0448\u04af\u043b\u0433\u04af\u04af\u0434 \u043d\u044c \u0414\u044d\u043b\u0445\u0438\u0439\u043d \u044f\u0440\u0443\u0443 \u043d\u0430\u0439\u0440\u0433\u0438\u0439\u043d \u0438\u0445 \u043d\u0430\u0430\u0434\u0430\u043c “Struga Poetry Evenings 62”-\u0442 \u043e\u0440\u043e\u043b\u0446\u0441\u043e\u043d 25 \u043e\u0440\u043d\u044b \u044f\u0440\u0443\u0443 \u043d\u0430\u0439\u0440\u0430\u0433\u0447\u0438\u0439\u043d \u0448\u0438\u043b\u043c\u044d\u043b \u0448\u04af\u043b\u0433\u0438\u0439\u043d “Who is who” \u0442\u04af\u04af\u0432\u044d\u0440\u0442 \u0431\u0430\u0433\u0442\u0441\u0430\u043d \u044e\u043c. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n D. Gansaruul’s poems (in English)<\/mark><\/p>\n\n\n\n EZRA POUND IN MY DREAM\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Banging at my door at 04:55 am<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rubbing my eyesI opened the door…. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Light a candle or turn on the light<\/p>\n\n\n\n You must have certainly written…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Take out your notebook…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Read only one aloud, come on!<\/p>\n\n\n\n You were called crazy, huh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n They all were making fun of you, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n And censored as well<\/p>\n\n\n\n Demanding to hang you, huh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n They also copied your lines, stanzas, and verses?<\/p>\n\n\n\n They stole them, is it true?<\/p>\n\n\n\n You shall write for certainty<\/p>\n\n\n\n They will copy in falsehood<\/p>\n\n\n\n The more you shall rebel<\/p>\n\n\n\n Do roar like a lioness!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Go demented on the circus stage!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Smack at will inside the cage!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Let them put you in a straitjacket<\/p>\n\n\n\n And tie the sleeves!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Let you be judged for your poems<\/p>\n\n\n\n Get impaled on a pole smiling!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Always stay odd<\/p>\n\n\n\n Be told deranged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For being different from them<\/p>\n\n\n\n For not raising a toast with them<\/p>\n\n\n\n For not giving them what they asked<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emptying your pockets<\/p>\n\n\n\n Keep writing poems<\/p>\n\n\n\n Despite they keep mistreating you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n How would they defeat you<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because you are<\/p>\n\n\n\n Deranged in their eyesIf you say it’s a lie,<\/p>\n\n\n\n You carved your name<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the wall of an asylum<\/p>\n\n\n\n You drenchedIts pillow with your tears<\/p>\n\n\n\n You played sliding<\/p>\n\n\n\n On its roof<\/p>\n\n\n\n Remember you were like this<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don’t forget <\/p>\n\n\n\n I was like that<\/p>\n\n\n\n They will ask you about me<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tell them that<\/p>\n\n\n\n My name is Ezra Pound!<\/p>\n\n\n\n The door of your dreams<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sorry for not knocking gently<\/p>\n\n\n\n Your neighbors, of course <\/p>\n\n\n\n Didn’t hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everyone around<\/p>\n\n\n\n Who is not called deranged<\/p>\n\n\n\n Who isn’t dragged to asylums<\/p>\n\n\n\n Is true deranged ones!<\/p>\n\n\n\n November 28, 2022 (05:23 am)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n SHORT DAYS OF LONG WINTER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I<\/p>\n\n\n\n Though migrating birds fly away<\/p>\n\n\n\n Immersing into the saddened horizon<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thickets, lakes, and plains are not deserted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few larks and crows of the village<\/p>\n\n\n\n Resound tunes all winter long<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even hoopoes are there<\/p>\n\n\n\n And magpies keep chattering<\/p>\n\n\n\n What a large crowd, indeed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n II<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sweeping the snow from the porch<\/p>\n\n\n\n The clanging of axes and the grumbling of saws<\/p>\n\n\n\n Are heard from a firewood shop<\/p>\n\n\n\n Snow crunches and sledges slide<\/p>\n\n\n\n The frost bites<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ice freezes to bones<\/p>\n\n\n\n Short days of a long winter<\/p>\n\n\n\n Go by so dully yet noisily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n III<\/p>\n\n\n\n The snow, when whirling loudly down from the roof,<\/p>\n\n\n\n Magically extinguishes the chimney sparks<\/p>\n\n\n\n The full moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n Emits a bright glow<\/p>\n\n\n\n Through the gauzy clouds of storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Watching from a distance<\/p>\n\n\n\n The house of my two elders,<\/p>\n\n\n\n The orange light of their lamp<\/p>\n\n\n\n Warms up my heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n Through the old veil curtain<\/p>\n\n\n\n IV<\/p>\n\n\n\n The vast steppe<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blanketed in snow flurriesare full of snow drifts<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mountain slopes<\/p>\n\n\n\n Old log houses<\/p>\n\n\n\n With white snow roofs<\/p>\n\n\n\n An ordinary winter has come<\/p>\n\n\n\n To the fairy-like extraordinary village.<\/p>\n\n\n\n September 6-October 1, 2022<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n IN A SMALL COTTAGE NEXT TO A CROP FIELD<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n My dearly beloved, you<\/p>\n\n\n\n Would plant barley…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pour it on my palm…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Roasting it rustling<\/p>\n\n\n\n On a cast iron cauldron…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Turning the mill stone together<\/p>\n\n\n\n Preparing barley flour<\/p>\n\n\n\n Making barley congee with ghee<\/p>\n\n\n\n Enjoying the relish all day long…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sitting together on the porch<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of the wide spacious door<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of our cottage, not tall but short…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pointing at the Oriental moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n Saying “We two will get there”…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Beaming and leaning on each other’s shoulders…<\/p>\n\n\n\n A single seed of barley<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brought holding tight in hand<\/p>\n\n\n\n Growing all over the steppe…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Swaying all over the valley…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Swinging in gold back and forth…<\/p>\n\n\n\n A’, my dearly beloved, you<\/p>\n\n\n\n Would plant barley…<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pour it on my palm…<\/p>\n\n\n\n February 23, 2020<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n BREAD BAKER<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The rusted plaque was taken down<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of the boulangerie<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the first floor of the adjacent apartment!<\/p>\n\n\n\n For more than thirty yearsI’ve gone there<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every morning, and have nibbled<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the crust while going upstairs<\/p>\n\n\n\n To my home holding large and small<\/p>\n\n\n\n And<\/p>\n\n\n\n Spherical and cubic-shaped loaves of bread<\/p>\n\n\n\n Those are warm and somehow<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sweetly and pleasantly redolent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rusted plaque was taken down<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of the boulangerie<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the first floor of the adjacent apartment!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Living on a few coins of salary<\/p>\n\n\n\n For us, quite rich than penurious<\/p>\n\n\n\n A loaf of bread is a divine food.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My father would peck at crumbs<\/p>\n\n\n\n After slicing one bread we purchase<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every morning into four equal quarters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The rusted plaque was taken down<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of the boulangerie<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the first floor of the adjacent apartment!<\/p>\n\n\n\n The owner is going to distant America<\/p>\n\n\n\n This bread bakery is closed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The tiny bakery!<\/p>\n\n\n\n That fed my childhood and my stomach!<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bread bakery!<\/p>\n\n\n\n My boulangerie<\/p>\n\n\n\n That fed my memories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boulangerie<\/p>\n\n\n\n That made me hold a warm loaf of bread<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the frost of winter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That bread maker whom I would search for<\/p>\n\n\n\n And whom I will never forget anywhere anytime!<\/p>\n\n\n\n June 24, 2017 (06.40 pm)<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n SHE’S GOING BACK <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n ***<\/p>\n\n\n\n The big city is bustling<\/p>\n\n\n\n The cars dash<\/p>\n\n\n\n The noises<\/p>\n\n\n\n Reach the sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dust<\/p>\n\n\n\n Swirls in the distance<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still unemployed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n All are busy<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yet blessed,<\/p>\n\n\n\n All are smileless<\/p>\n\n\n\n A village girlIn an apron<\/p>\n\n\n\n Toils at a diner<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gets expelled in two months<\/p>\n\n\n\n From the rental roomIn two months<\/p>\n\n\n\n Came to the city<\/p>\n\n\n\n To live a good life<\/p>\n\n\n\n As an urbanite<\/p>\n\n\n\n But she didn’t fit in the city<\/p>\n\n\n\n Couldn’t find anyone to rely on<\/p>\n\n\n\n She’s going back<\/p>\n\n\n\n Carrying chestful of sadness<\/p>\n\n\n\n And incessant despair <\/p>\n\n\n\n That has no end<\/p>\n\n\n\n She’s going back<\/p>\n\n\n\n Toward the east where the birds migrate<\/p>\n\n\n\n On a postal train<\/p>\n\n\n\n Missing her old mother<\/p>\n\n\n\n And cotton-padded jacket<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fibers of cocoons<\/p>\n\n\n\n The valley with mole crickets and frogs<\/p>\n\n\n\n The tiny village<\/p>\n\n\n\n Where they live, although a few, happily<\/p>\n\n\n\n She’s going back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n December 22, 2019<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n MANAZURU GLIMMERS<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n The full moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n A pendant worn by the sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n Its figure afloat on the ocean surface<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like a lantern<\/p>\n\n\n\n Illuminates the port.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fishing boats<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ships with anchors down<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bobbing gently along the coast<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lullabied in the quiet night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As though there were no wars<\/p>\n\n\n\n Curtained by gunpowder smoke<\/p>\n\n\n\n Such a quiet evening<\/p>\n\n\n\n Happening here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The beach is peaceful<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tranquil here<\/p>\n\n\n\n As though the water did not spill over the beach<\/p>\n\n\n\n Continuously for a century<\/p>\n\n\n\n Such a peaceful evening prevails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Through the shoji windows<\/p>\n\n\n\n The soft beams of lamps radiating<\/p>\n\n\n\n Like shards of the moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n Manazuru glimmers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 2022.10.23<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u041c\u0417\u042d-\u0438\u0439\u043d \u0433\u0438\u0448\u04af\u04af\u043d, \u0413.\u0421\u044d\u0440-\u041e\u0434\u044b\u043d \u043d\u044d\u0440\u044d\u043c\u0436\u0438\u0442 \u0448\u0430\u0433\u043d\u0430\u043b\u0442 \u044f\u0440\u0443\u0443 \u043d\u0430\u0439\u0440\u0430\u0433\u0447 \u0414.\u0413\u0430\u043d\u0441\u0430\u0440\u0443\u0443\u043b\u044b\u043d \u0425\u043e\u0439\u0434 \u041c\u0430\u043a\u0435\u0434\u043e\u043d\u0438\u0439\u043d “Struga Poetry Evenings” \u043d\u0430\u0430\u0434\u0430\u043c\u0434 \u0443\u043d\u0448\u0441\u0430\u043d \u0448\u04af\u043b\u0433\u04af\u04af\u0434\u0438\u0439\u043d \u0430\u043d\u0433\u043b\u0438 \u043e\u0440\u0447\u0443\u0443\u043b\u0433\u044b\u0433 \u0445\u04af\u0440\u0433\u044d\u0436 \u0431\u0430\u0439\u043d\u0430. \u042d\u0434\u0433\u044d\u044d\u0440 \u0448\u04af\u043b\u0433\u04af\u04af\u0434 \u043d\u044c \u0414\u044d\u043b\u0445\u0438\u0439\u043d \u044f\u0440\u0443\u0443 \u043d\u0430\u0439\u0440\u0433\u0438\u0439\u043d \u0438\u0445 \u043d\u0430\u0430\u0434\u0430\u043c “Struga Poetry Evenings 62”-\u0442 \u043e\u0440\u043e\u043b\u0446\u0441\u043e\u043d 25 \u043e\u0440\u043d\u044b \u044f\u0440\u0443\u0443 \u043d\u0430\u0439\u0440\u0430\u0433\u0447\u0438\u0439\u043d \u0448\u0438\u043b\u043c\u044d\u043b \u0448\u04af\u043b\u0433\u0438\u0439\u043d “Who is who” \u0442\u04af\u04af\u0432\u044d\u0440\u0442 \u0431\u0430\u0433\u0442\u0441\u0430\u043d \u044e\u043c. 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