Markelov Vladimir

Markelov Vladimir Poems

Night closes doors forever
Night cures my soul as a medicine
In Night should’nt be doubted ever
Night sense increases to everything
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The wood seems to be tired.
Preparation of all alive to the lingering somnambulist.
Disturbing feelings of forthcoming separation, loss.
The last elaborate trees apparel in yellow-orange-purple colors.
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Desert all in blossom in September - -
I‘ll not meet with marvel face to face.
I shall pass out, reeling from the bounties
Of burnt, dry, and penetrating faith.
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I’m very, very tired:
Helped the Moon to eat the Light.
First we bit it,
Soon completed,
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BIRTH … … … … … … …open your eyes - beside the mum.
The CHILDHOOD … … …you loved, surrounded by care.
ADOLESCENCE … … … you loved, you love.
YOUTH … … … … … … dad catch the meaning at once.
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.… Break a small stalk
which the ladybird’s scramblin’ on.
and, during that moment,
when it assiduously clambers,
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There is a Love that lives in us and never ends.
There is a Love, by which we breathe and sing, like bird.
It’s Love, when both of us are fallin’In love;
And when the other heart we’ve heard.
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Gentle face bewitched me so:
Clear look, eyelashes a veil.
Years untimelity was failed.
All, that earlier troubled soul-
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Sometimes it seems to him - he’s not flying
between the Heaven, the Earth, the Underworld,
gathering the souls lost the way.
What a wonderful moment to lay upon a cloud, doing nothing!
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It’s not easy to stop the rolling time.
Maybe it’s good to me –
to lean over a clock-hand?
In the middle of the way –
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Country log hut
Has made itself comfortable
upon a warm belly
of the pregnant mother-ground.
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The famous Poet here's lying.
Only but now his Masterpiece’s dying.
You WILL not be at all forgotten,
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Markelov Vladimir Biography

Vladimir Markelov. V. Markelov, DM - the modern Russian poet was born 21-01-1958 in a small village near to Finland. His father, the military man, was the participant of Great War with Germany (1941-1945) . Now lives in Kazan, Tatarstan, Russia. The majority of poems are written in style of irony, grotesque, a joke, basically in Russian. Its known poem 'Helicopter' is written in style of neoacmeism, devoted to the destiny of the Russian families, lost their children in War with Afghanistan. Recently it is keen by translations into Russian of the American and English poets (Robert Frost, Ezra Pound, Byron, Allen Ginsberg, Wallace Stevens, William Blake and others) , and also wrights the Limericks. The most part of creativity is devoted to poems for children.)

The Best Poem Of Markelov Vladimir

Is Night Gentle?

Night closes doors forever
Night cures my soul as a medicine
In Night should’nt be doubted ever
Night sense increases to everything
At Night you can shed your tears
At night we are flying to planets
At Night always deadens fears
At Night we are full of violence
At Night you will close embraces –
And Night this caress will cover
At Night you’ll remove your dresses
And God blesses you, my lover
In Night rises dizziness and passion
At Night you’re with itself alone
At Night - reign, you’re free in action
At Night nothing keeps in your soul
Night reconciles spirits, right you’re
At Night it is useless to wager

In Night it is stuffy and frightful
Tonight I shall leave you like voyager...

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