May 1st, 2011

Wherever I am I'm Imprisoned

Gone is the summer,
As if it never was.
It's still warm in the sun.
But that's not enough.

All what could've come true
As a five-fingered leaf
Straight fell into my hands,
But that's not enough.

Neither evil nor good
Were aimlessly lost,
Brightly everything burned,
But that's not enough.

Life looked after me,
Protected and saved me,
I was lucky indeed.
But that's not enough.

Flames did not touch leaves,
Branches were not broken…
The day, like glass, is clean,
But that's not enough.

(A poem by Arsenij Tarkovsky)