7/31/24 🇺🇦 - “Duet” by Bohdan Ihor Antonych | read by Kirk Lawrence-Howard

“We abandon things, To be borne, to grasp the stars in pure ecstasy.”
🇺🇦 - “Duet” by Bohdan Ihor Antonych | translated by Stephen Komarnyckyj | read by Kirk Lawrence-Howard
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Duet
by Bohdan Ihor Antonych
translated by Stephen Komarnyckyj
The razor sharp axe of sun hews at a trunk, The music of moss, tenderness of the breeze, the oak a proud idol.
In the wastage of days that bear us the body, warm and obedient
Grows with itself, two siblings, two flowers of fidelity.
The moss warms us like cat fur. You transform the stars into a murmur
And blood into music and greenery. The sky glows.
At the edge of day, in the ocean of heaven, the winds of the future sleep
And our devoted constellations wait under the frost, While earth does not instruct them to arise. We abandon things,
To be borne, to grasp the stars in pure ecstasy.
The yearning of blood hurts. Eyebrows sharp as two arrows,
While above us a wall of melody echoes
The pinions of a breeze. Our fate pinned on the planets.
You burn with growth, thirsty as the earth.
Become all music.
Duet
by Bohdan Ihor Antonych
translated by Stephen Komarnyckyj