Inane Words
By Tatiana Pahlen

How often we are blinded,
victorious over inane words,
cracking the walls
of a brittle edifice
out of compulsion of a first encounter!
The abyss is getting wider between us,
Bold sounds stuck in symphony.
Vultures hover and spin around,
observing from the clear sky
their victim's pride with contempt.
And in the field of sweet boredom
We suffer another night full of stars,
tearing to pieces our poor memories
from the heights of mute hearts!

Written first in Russian in 1980.
Translated into English 1992.

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