Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PULSE, by VLADIMIR TSYBIN



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First Line: Under our swift express trains
Last Line: Teething -- but eyes up thrust.


Under our swift express trains,
crack go the winds
like branches!
With hearts for telescopes -- we strain
to send through time our glances!
Like fear-to-
fall sensations --
before a descent.
I'm brimming with pulsations.
Pulse-beats:
wild birds in cages pent.
Vibrations of grief, delight,
explode in my breast all the more
pierce through my ears and my sight,
pierce the years, the heart sore.
World, on my ear-drums surging,
boundless, deepest of blue.
I'm filled to the brim with my urging
heart's explosive tattoo.
I own a kinship close to
the dawn
by blood and by birth.
I can bend, like a horseshoe,
the rainbow across the earth.
My heart is inclined
to stumble
over memory, just like the blind:
maybe that's why it is furrowed,
full of scars -- like a plough leaves behind.
I'm all in bud, pregnant pistils:
Alive! I threaten to bust!
And hear my
heart ache as if it were
teething -- but eyes up thrust.





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