On this day of sky-blue bears
Running across quiet eyelashes,
I divine beyond the blue waters
In the cup of my eyes an order to wake.
The silver spoon of my extended eyes
Offers me a sea buoying a storm petrel;
And I see how the Russian bird flies
Through unknown lashes to the roaring sea.
A sea of heavenlove has capsized
Someone’s sail in the round-blue water,
But the first storm is hopeless and gone
And from now on the journey is spring.
Velimir Khlebnikov (pseudonym of Viktor Vladimirovich Khlebnikov) (b. 9 Nov 1885; d. 28 Jun 1922)