Regina Derieva Poems (9 Poems)
Theory Of Recruiting (Regina Derieva Poem)
Sons of bitches were born with hearts of stone, cherishing this stone all their life. Children of sons of bitches were born with hearts of grenade, in order to blow to pieces everything, and to leave as a message for … Continue reading
From The Last Island: To Lady Elisabeth Verreet (Regina Derieva Poem)
Oval mirror of the sea, age-warped isle waved and cloudy, each angle crystalline and salty. my lens into reality. Point of space just visible, focus of beams ineffable, swith of signals transmissible, receiver of voices inaudible At time’s edge. No … Continue reading
Beyond Siberia Again Siberia (Regina Derieva Poem)
Beyond Siberia again Siberia, beyond impenetrable forest again forest. And beyond it waste ground, where a blizzard of snow breaks loose. The blizzard has handcuffs, and the snow- storm has a knife which kills at once…. I will die, pay … Continue reading
To Fr. Armando (Regina Derieva Poem)
Everyone, after all, was killed: he who was crucified, he who died without skin, he who died without a head, he who was drowned, he who was thrown down from the wall of the Temple, which shortly after that ceased … Continue reading
A Poem (Regina Derieva Poem)
A poem- is just one more scrap of paper that has sailed off the table in a bottle with a cry for help. (Regina Derieva)
All My Life (Regina Derieva Poem)
All my life I sought an angel. And he appeared in order to say: “I am no angel !” (Regina Derieva)
I Don’t Feel At Home Where I Am (Regina Derieva Poems)
I don’t feel at home where I am, or where I spend time; only where, beyond counting, there’s freedom and calm, that is, waves, that is, space where, when there, you consist of pure freedom, which, seen, turns that Gorgon, … Continue reading
It Was Not Necessary To Study (Regina Derieva Poem)
It was not necessary to study the language of a strange country; anyway, it would be of no help. It was not necessary to know where Italy or England is located; travel was obviously out of question. It was not … Continue reading
On The Sea-Shore, Smell Of Iodine (Regina Derieva Poem)
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, and square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common people, preparing himself to be Rosencrantz. He decides to serve Claudius and therefore spy on Prince Hamlet from the fountain. … Continue reading
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