"You are a perfect world"

A year ago, December 17, Grigory Dashevsky (1964-2013), a poet, translator, critic, died. A person whose importance for several generations of Russian writers cannot be overestimated. Today, Colta.ru publishes a poetic offering of Dashevsky’s memory, composed of verses of various authors written mainly over the year past from the date of his departure. We thank Tatyana Neshumova, who made this selection.

Anna Glazova

Grigory Dashevsky

at night with a roar past the window
Snow flies from a height.
Maybe a person plays in the shade on the roof with snow.

Dugs diverge through the glass in the dark.
You follow, Gray Light
And echoing the rumble
You say to a person, your unclear mouth.
You will tell a friend
Quiet after the fall,
The snow remained nobody.

Mikhail Gronas

Grigory Dashevsky

All movements, sounds around and through
Open the chest and skull,
And consciousness is a vitreous body
It rolls outside the body.

But almost not noticing the loss of luggage,
You grow over yourself like a surf on a deserted beach,

And inconsolable seagulls sit on muddy water
For a minute vacation from emptiness and despair.

Denis Kryukov

***

On the glass, Irine folded his hands like a student

not aware of anything but knows the sun
when the hoarches melts inaudibly voicing him

In the ravine, on the black feather bed, the water is surprised
But she does not know how sick
And still shines pretty enough
And you can go calmly
not noticing the boundaries of sleep

Leo Oborin

***

The bottom is exposed as snoring at a stop
You are not ready for a skew
But you know how to repeat through the traction:
You are no longer to tears and not to march;
and in the death hour as Schwartz or Dashevsky
Talk about birds

Tatyana Neshumova

***

The words in which we live
then small then big

In some house in the embroidery
Some kind of imprudent to us
sits and looks unharmed

Step is impossible and other
The same step is unbearable
And the third step is unbearable
They go and we stand
They go
And we fly
They go
And we are lying
And we lie like that for a long time

They go and we stand
they go and we lie
They are lying and we go

Where are we going
there

They are silent and we scream
They are silent and we are muffled
They are silent and we are silent
And quietly so
In silence

they are dead and we live
They are dead and we are still
They are dead and we are dead
In silence
Where are we going

I am a full -fledged idiot
there where the wind blows
speaking in words how to hug hands
Epithet to select how to iron
Here is a warm summer rain in winter
automatic movements fishing wind in the head

Elena Fanailova

(Poems for Grigory Dashevsky)

Either bandage, then open it again.
Petronius, Petronius, what to grieve,
Listen to the roar of a ravon.
I left the hut, went to fight,
As a volunteer simple -minded and extraneous

Delirius lay down, arose like a flutist,
Trembled and whistled like an aspen sheet,
He showed the devils almost
And all immortal visas
Sales death, conscious love,
International artist

Over the whole of Spain a boot
Already listed to make a jump
The philosopher eats the personal brain,
Slooded snow, working curd

Petronius is right, but Oseev
Almost for the first time without words
Stiring in the teeth like snow,
Like gold, but a donkey
Like an indifferent chop
Outside the musical foundations

2002

Love has not died

Gregory says.
In my chest needle

In my chest fire
Where it will slowly rise

Where it burns violently
And writhes

Koshcheevo egg

All this is rock and roll

Optical deception
All this is like a boxer

You have to endure

But meanwhile

You would like to return to children's hopes

In exchange for life

Where are hot candles and lamp in the corner

Where with bare feet crosswise
In torn jeans your love
Smokes

And sits quietly on the floor
Waiting for you.

Tanned legs and varnish on the nails,
Scarlet Demonial varnish,
And her foot is more perfect,

And her pupils are more fun
Her hair of wheat

And her eyes are too sad
But no more than a lead
And they are not a blue lead

What will rise in your heart

2011

Oh, an awesome soul,

Wait, wait for you to blow
God's pipe, a pipe of a crematorium,
EURO power movement

on a small square, ungrateful,
No one will get enough sleep, the darkness is non -hungry.
Those who dream, Ti amo, the wave of the shock,
Heavenly staircase, gallows

(20th September 2013)

Gold of Rome. Death awaits us.
You choose a blue-black, white disk, gold.
Indifference, after -industry, pure risk.
Private life, Russian alcoholism.
I do not believe that all this is true, my greedy friend,
We are from another world, another war,
We loved and killed not for others here.
Devotion to the dead does not mean love for the country.

(October 26, 2013)

Oh no. Oh shadow, about sleep.
Magic alcohol.
You are light. You are ice.
You are a blue fire.
You are a corpse. You are light.
You are a perfect world.
You are poison. You are pain. You are harm. You are honey.
Oh no, oh no.
You are a wound in your heart, you are a core in your chest.
Come back, leave.
Lead in mind and heat in darkness.
Get in.
Think about me.

(December 24, 2013)

Alexandra Tsibul

***

people with fester heads and just dogs
Birds with birds and we
Everyone gathered like hands around
Eagles watch:
The nose was warening at the boy
And the collar sticks out

Ilya Esh

***

For G.D.

There is nothing in the lawlessness of things
And the street and the house are flooded
Full air with streaks from the eyes.
There is a shadow and there is a likeness. We are finging
We compress on the eve of spring
Everything that is not lived, smiles at our back
And paper flowers are put in our hand

so you stand
how was in a whitish memory
wallpaper cod poems and silence
Everything is unsteady. The concrete house smiles
And the damned words are pouring into his ears