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Sea and sky in poetry: a selection of poems
Photographer Alexander Strokin. Beach in Jutland.
See the entire photo gallery at: www.strokin.ru/
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Grigory Fedorov. SEA OF SKY
God plays the flute for me, And I am delighted with the vibes: Haven’t you looked at the sea from the mountains? I recommend it, wonderful view! What a view, it’s almost like space! And it is impossible to explain How the waves' exciting braids Weave a thread into the sky of the sea. The sea floats across the sky, And the clouds drown in the sea - The sea sky melts blue, And the waves pour from above. And there is not enough oxygen, And it is not clear where you are. So this is the freedom of Divine beauty! And it’s hard to explain in words Delight and secret sadness... You can’t tell, you can’t sing in poetry Neither this height, nor this distance.
(Source: www.stihi.ru/2009/05/19/4585)
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Anyuta Dukhanova. The land where the sky flows into the sea The land where the sky flows into the sea... Here we met for the first time. There was no “us” then. I knew neither evil nor grief in the land where the sky flows into the sea. I wandered between grasses and rocks along a path along a steep cliff. You, looking at the sky, dreamed And in your dreams everything was so happy. Not deigning to look at each other, We remained with our thoughts, Only soon the road brought us together And fate came for two. And one day, waking up in the morning, I realized that for some reason it was now difficult for me to live without you. I used to live without loving. You have loved me for a long time, Forgetting about everything else... You said you will never forget... How I want to be convinced of something else! The land where the sky flows into the sea... My life ends there. And it was my turn to drink the whole cup of grief, burning myself with fire. Under the purple sunset by the sea We looked into each other's eyes. The sun set with a crimson crown. A tear ran down your cheek. For the last time I am with you now, For the last time I say that I love you. There is only an hour to part... I wish this day would end soon... In the land where the sky flows into the sea Again, alone, I wander between the rocks. Only the sun is with me, and the dawns... My hour of return has come To that land where the sky and the sea are together.
Source: www.stihi.ru/2008/12/19/2541
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Light sadness. (such a pseudonym)
Triptych Sea Dawn 1. The azure sea in the morning and the cool wind drives a wave ashore with lacy foam, the distance is decorated with a tiny sailboat, the sky brightens, but does not let go of the moon. Somewhere in the abyss the carmine sun has awakened, A circle will soon appear, emerging from the water. A seagull will instantly jump off the pier towards you, The foam in the waves will shine brighter than mica. The shore will be filled with light, the sand will sparkle, the sea will sing a little stronger, more tenderly. It will rather rush to the shore like waves, pushing the sun forward with openwork foam. 2. Swim away before dawn in the silence of the sea, From the shore with seagulls on a forgotten pier. Lie on your back on a gentle elastic wave, So that your foamy hands pump the water in the cradle. Lie down and watch how pale the clouds above are, How the sky brightens, becomes higher, more tender. And the rays of the sun appear timidly for now, And after that they become more joyful, quicker, more contrasting, stronger. Don’t move, let the seagulls call from the pier, Let the swollen jellyfish slide past under the water, Let the sky and time and the sun float quietly... Lie down, enjoy the peace, the beauty of the sea... 3. On the lonely coast At the earliest hour of dawn, When it rises the eye of the sun, But the moon in the sky has not gone out, When the wave eloquently Conducts a leisurely conversation At the moment of ebb and flow, Without stopping the argument with the sand, When the silver stars Quietly go out one by one, And the seagulls complain tearfully, With the silence of the night saying goodbye, When the boats are in the fog They are barely visible at the horizon, And the sea beckons with tenderness, Easily washing away dreams from the earth, How nice it is to sail away into the vastness, Into the transparent silky light, Into the sea-sunny tenderness, Where the sun has a pink silhouette.
Source: www.stihi.ru/2007/08/21-2234
Another photo landscape by Alexander Strokin:
Paraphrases about different things
Let's walk on the clouds!
Let's walk on the clouds! So that your veins freeze from extreme sports, So that as a gift to uncontrollable dreams - Adrenaline, as a sign that you are alive. And without paths - directly, Without analyzing the density of the sky - Collect pieces of cooled stars - Almost like a fairy tale. Drowning in the feather bed of clouds, And drunk from the ozone, I swear by the power of old dreams, That I don’t regret you!!!
Zlata Litvinova
Bottomless and blue... (Earthly sky)
Bottomless and blue, Azure and gold, Wonderful and immense, Spacious and incomprehensible.
Blinding and weightless, Transparent and unfamiliar, Angry and dangerous, Light and beautiful.
Magical and swanlike, Mysterious and innocent, Radiant and cold, Fluffy and all-weather.
Desired and silvery, Foggy and sparkling, Starry and crystal, Moonlight and crystal.
Shining and harsh, Boundless and new, Intoxicating and intoxicating, Insidious and brilliant.
Gloomy and funny, Affectionate and dear. You will see it all if you look into the sky.
Nikolay Stolyarov
There are white peonies in the sky... (White peonies)
In the sky, white peonies bloomed above me. There were just buds, and now the bouquet is big.
The edges of the petals were revealed with a snow-white fringe. They gave me admiration and stood frozen over me.
It is impossible to tear yourself away from the bouquet of clouds. Careful, careful, Don't breathe between the words!
Lydia Nevskaya Syzran
Clouds live in unknown countries...
Clouds live in unknown countries - They protect the planet, And even, I think, they can slightly scare a comet.
They are filled with winds, night and day they walk along the heavenly roads. And we admire the sky, and in it we find a place for anxiety.
We are grateful to you for the rain and for the snow, for the rainbow and for the fog. And if we suddenly set off fireworks - Bloom with a multi-colored carpet.
It makes me happy in my heart to talk about you Above the pre-storm abyss. Sometimes I strangely dream of taking off and soaring among you.
Becky Squirrel
The wind tears foam from the surf... (Miracles and clouds)
The wind, tearing foam from the surf, gives it to the will of heaven - And clouds float over the water, consisting entirely of miracles.
From overseas intricate lace, From animals unknown to the world, Not afraid of the sun and cold, From shadows fleeing from the light.
Sometimes he drives them into the clouds, And then, like the tears of the gods, The salty rain falls from the steep slopes onto the sleeping roofs of houses.
In the morning, miracles shine on the trees and grass in the bright sun, forgetting about intricate customs, like the dew that has fallen with them.
Valery Nedyudin
What if heaven comes up with a middle name?
If you come up with a middle name for the sky, Touch its greatness, Addressing it “Highness!” And then, throwing away decency,
Smiling with a trusting soul, Opening your eyes in amazement, Suddenly say slightly recklessly: “Heaven, I’m in love with you!”
The sky will give me a path with a rainbow, It will draw ladders from the rays, And from a cloud - this is how it should be, Suddenly it will build a white ship!
The breeze, having accumulated seriousness, will tell me: “Captain, on deck!” And I will rush in heavenly freedom along the path that shines with a rainbow.
Why is it ringing or was it heard? I opened my eyes and became sad. Was it really all just a dream? The sun smiled at me with a ray.
Valeria Eremeeva
From the transparent heavenly river... (Heavenly river)
White-maned horses drink water from the transparent heavenly river, Their herd is driven by the shepherd wind, And they are serene and calm, Infinitely far from us.
Behind the amber canopy of the moon They spend starry nights together, They talk, like us, about the weather, About some whirlpool, And, perhaps, who they are in love with.
And this heavenly river, spilling over the earth to the edge, does not grow shallow, does not dry up, giving everyone plenty to drink, so attractively deep.
Vera Gaevskaya
What serenity is in the sky... (Serenity)
What serenity is in the sky: Peace, freedom, silence. How the clouds breathe luxuriantly in it, And the airy distance is clear.
It is clear, like our thoughts, When we put it in order. How are our feelings for those closest to us, When we find peace in our souls.
The sun is shining, the sky is sparkling, there is peace and quiet all around! And the field trembles joyfully. And the greens are very green.
Every person would like such an unexpected idyll. So that you can live your life according to the desired destiny and live your long life.
Tatyana Zrelova
What a beautiful piece of heaven! (Piece of Heaven)
What a beautiful piece of heaven! Bring on the paint! No need for bread!
Bring your brushes and bring your canvas, the painting will be worse than the City!
More beautiful than Mozart and Chopin! There are waves in the sky, foam sparkles!
The sun draws glare between them, And the wind of the seagulls carries the cries.
There is no peace there - passions are raging! There is the sound of the surf - and everything is in their power!
Lyalya Kavalyaka
Cumulus clouds are swirling... (Cumulus clouds)
Cumulus clouds are swirling - Huge, like lumps of cotton wool. The wind brought them to us from afar and scattered them intricately in the sky.
And sometimes the sky is covered with a glowing fluffy blanket. He hides the blue from view - But I think that’s a lot:
When in the cloudy silence of September there is no rain - nature is preparing to sew a dress under the heavenly canopy - the brightest of all seasons of the year.
Valentina Paevskaya
Cumulus clouds... (Cumulus clouds)
Cumulus clouds, Like white snow, Like fairy-tale horses On the azure sky. Like miracle ships that sail around the earth to unknown shores and land there.
Igala
Admire the clouds more often... (Clouds)
Admire the clouds more often. They fly over us, Keep the dream in your soul To soar above the world like them.
How quickly forms arise, merge, burn and melt. Now an angel, now a princess, Mermaids of a fairytale forest are swimming...
Magical visions arise, How fantastic is their glow, The combinations are unique, Their outlines change.
Then the entrance to a huge cave, a dragon, a pirate galley, palaces rising in the distance, ruins, kingdoms, ships.
Now the waves of the milky cover, now a gilded horseshoe, lead away from earthly worries, round dances of airy tales.
Tatiana Frolova
I want to touch the clouds...
I want to touch the clouds, Reach the fluffy ones in flight, Stroking their feathers lightly, Touch this lightness with my hand.
I wouldn’t mind flying away with them, holding onto the tail and swaying. How good it is to see the whole world in flight, to smile at the big one.
I will fly into the lilac distance Under a light whitish veil... What a pity that life is not the sky, the highway, Where we are covered with soot and fumes.
Svetlana Pivovarova
Can I dream a little...
Can I dream a little, sit on a cloud a little? Will I play on the heavenly strings, Will I mark the path with raindrops?
Can I forget about my worries, Dissolve in heavenly silence, Can I become a light for someone, Can someone become a light for me?..
You can smile at the quiet herbs, You can tell fortunes with a daisy, Where is fate to meet, where to miss each other, Where is fate to be found, where to lose,
You can become freer and higher than the most tender clouds, You can, if only... you can, if you hear the Call of the earth and the call of the sky...
Daria Yashenko
My Atlas gives up...
My Atlas lowers its hands, The sky quietly slides down; I will forgive Atlanta’s offense, - He can’t stand there all his life, -
Let him go to football with his friends, chase the ball, or let him jangle a wrench under a car in a hole, -
He will come back, as a hero, according to the Atlantean gut... I’ll wash the sky for now, wipe it with a soft cloth.
Elena Aniruss
There are clouds in the blue sky...
There are clouds in the blue sky. Some are whiter than milk, Others are gray as mice, and others are like Uncle Misha’s nose.
I've been watching them from our yard since the morning. I see a gray cat with one paw and no tail, and a bug-eyed frog, and a hook-nosed old woman, and there is some kind of crocodile opening its mouth in the sun.
Then everything shifted slightly and the clouds changed. The cat became like a mountain, the old woman became a kangaroo, I don’t know what from the crocodile opened two blue eyes. And there is no trace of the frog. I am impressed! Wow!
Nadezhda Ershova
Having enjoyed yourself in distant countries...
Having feasted in distant countries, They rush to us from afar To tell us about the oceans Cumulus clouds.
O. Shamshurina
Promised heaven...
The Promised Heaven - Enchanted, strange, Weightless, airy, And always beautiful!
Valery Nedyudin
The sky is high... (Sky)
The sky is high, the sky is distant, with pure blue, cloudy grey, free for the wind, free for the birds, blinding by the sun, alluring to the stars and inaccessible, but not retreating... The sky is sinless, eternally boundless.
Sergey Osen Ivanov
The sky is like flying marble... (Sky)
The sky is like flying marble With white blocks of clouds, Like the fragments of some temple, Unoverthrown into the abyss of centuries!
This was probably a temple of poetry: A bright feeling, a daring thought; Only they suspended him above the ground To an unattainably distant height.
The sky is like flying marble With white blocks of clouds, Only an empty air pocket For undiscriminating connoisseurs!
Nikolay Aseev
Heaven is power! (Sky)
Heaven is power! So beautiful! It has its own world and its own countdown. The sky in blue, the sky in gray, the sky in white The look will find. The sky is eternal, endless, heartless sometimes. The sky is holy, vast, the sky is with us forever. The sky is an abyss, the unknown, the sky is the stars, beckoning us... The sky is super interesting and sometimes mysterious! The sky will respond with thunder, the sky will bestow sunshine. A rainbow will wake up in the sky, illuminating everything...
Olga Matveeva Panfilova
The sky today looks like a fairy tale...
The sky today looks like a fairy tale - a children's fairy tale about Ole Lukoje: The sun descends down the terraces, To enjoy peace all night.
You see, there are colored steps in half the sky, It’s as if someone is painting stripes Pink, blue - easily, gradually... I’ll quickly make a couple of sketches:
Maybe I can put this charming sunset color on paper. Bold lines, flashes, zigzags of the Bright umbrella of Ole Lukoje.
Valentina Kaleva
Gentle... Flying... And unattainable... (Clouds)
Delicate... Flying... And unattainable... Still incomprehensible with their changeable beauty...
Light-winged birds are alluring with their whiteness... Their shape is whimsical... Cute angels...
Careless wanderers driven by the wind... Eternal pilgrims soaring in the heights...
Sailing across the seas with quiet serenity... Calling to the skies with carefree bliss...
Lady Smile
At night the wind drove the hard worker... (Heavenly cinema)
At night the hard worker's wind drove the clouds like flocks of sheep. He is the best shepherd in the world - The sky is finally clear.
And with dawn in the open space - Cumulus clouds float with the wind to the sea, Rounding their sides.
We breathe in the solar universe, We watch a heavenly movie. Only it is blessed and given to everyone free of charge.
Olga Surkova-Shevkunova
Clouds playfully... (Clouds together)
The clouds are playful in the blue sky Forming politely in a gray spot Behold, a bony old man Peeked out from the sky, Or the three-headed kashchei rose for the third time. The breeze blew softly into the clouds, lightly turning the clouds into a hamster. A cloud grows into a fabulous cliff, a thunderous thrashing - Where are the friends? Question. The rain fell on the ground, soaked it with water, moisture for a week - the flora is young. So they gathered together, The clouds cunningly Do not stand still, They do good.
Natalia Dovzhenko
Clouds are flying over the world... (Clouds)
Clouds are flying over the world Over my head. Somewhere they have a house, an apartment In this blue abyss.
Just born - away from home And in a crowd, like a kindergarten, Like sheep from a fold, And they fly, fly, fly.
Where was home? Where will the finish line be? Dissolving in the skies, you will leave Xin and your homeland. Did you live? No? You don't know yourself.
Victor Kolesnikov
The clouds have settled on the field... (lucky omen)
The clouds settled on the field... Perhaps they fell out of the heavenly cradle, swaying like a carousel... From the pre-autumn azure, whose days are numbered?
In a forgotten puppet style - either they weren’t, or they were - a curly caravan floated along above the red curtain... The sky became closer or - an optical illusion?..
Summer finally gave me and my friends a miracle... We cannot forget how these angels of fate floated over the compressed fields in a seeming hole...
You know, a lucky omen is a miracle at the end of summer!
Svetlana Gruzdeva
The clouds float and fade...
The clouds float and fade, In the hot rays of the sun, Like wax on candles, They have different shapes.
And where are they sailing, why? Not serious and not important - They are calm and imposing, And they don’t need others.
Will the wind tear the body apart, Or will it rain from the heavens - It doesn’t matter, that’s not the point, And even if the point is in the world?
Valery Nedyudin
Clouds are floating across the sky... (Clouds)
Clouds float across the sky like miracle ships. The wind drives them somewhere From dawn to dusk.
They float over the earth like a snow-white caravan, Their azure distances Gently beckon you to follow them.
In the brilliance of sunlight with pristine purity, they illuminate our souls and instill peace in them.
Irina Butrimova
Where are you from, where... (Autumn quirks)
Where are you from, where are you from, Autumn quirks? In the sky early in the morning there is a sign unknown to us! I won’t figure out what you mean, whims, I’ll just admire you for no reason... But time flew by, And the cloudy body, becoming a swan’s wing, Floated above the ground From white-white feathers, - I’ll hesitantly assume that the frosts autumn is preparing for you and me .
Vera Baranova
Drink the milk of silence...
drink the milk of silence, the living water of dreams, and on bright nights, without feeling shackles, above the dusty labyrinth, where the heart is made of sand, fly and listen to the living clouds with your wings.
Tatyana Shcherbinina
Floating in a caravan across the blue sky... (Heavenly Wanderers)
Large camels with luggage made of snow float in a caravan across the blue sky, and a gentle wind, not knowing sadness, carries them somewhere beyond the blue distance.
And behind them, lagging behind for a while, is a beautiful boat made of white silk, and then, like ice floes in spring, huge mountains float in a large line.
And behind the mountains, in a large line, magical birds are swimming towards the horizon, and a huge flock of polar bears is slowly swimming after the birds.
And then, as if not knowing fear, a large turtle crawls across the sky. And suddenly an orange ray of spring sun flashes between them, as if through a window.
Irina Butrimova
Buns of white clouds...
Buns of white clouds The sky bakes... Brown them on the sides Directs towards the sun...
It can't cope: Everything is whiter than cotton wool! And uneven edges - The winds are to blame!
Nadezhda Lisogorskaya
Cumulus clouds are floating across the sky... (Cumulus clouds)
Cumulus clouds float across the sky, like ships in a boundless ocean, and the wind pushes them slightly into the azure sky-high distances. What awaits them there in the transcendental lands? They will melt like snow, or gather and turn into clouds of rain, They will spill onto the forest thickets And water the earth with spring moisture, Or the wind will scatter them without mercy, While in a caravan of white yachts They sail along the sunny font.
Igala
Snow-white feathers fly across the sky... (Cloud performance)
Snow-white feathers fly across the sky, the wind carries them to the east. And those clouds look so much like foam, light, light champagne foam, I wish I could just take a sip!
The high sky welcomes guests, ships sail across it. And the wind inflates the sails stronger, they crack, they tear - it inflates everything and drives it faster around the Earth!
Lyudmila Voronova
Run on the clouds...
Run through the clouds... Who hasn't dreamed of this? Slide down white cotton wool, like down a winter slide somewhere...
Or jump, flying up and suddenly fall down, climbing out from there, quickly up again!
Or jump from cloud to cloud, run around, lie around... “How great! This is life!
But such happiness Happens only in a dream... What kind of cloud are you? I'd like to run over you...
Natalia Ushenina
Looks like cumulus clouds... (Cumulus clouds)
Cumulus clouds are like a fruit cake with whipped cream. And a treacherous hand reaches out to pour a hundred grams of cherry liqueur. Cumulus clouds are like the foam of a rebellious sea, Where a straight line on the horizon does not foretell any grief. Cumulus clouds are like a tender, beloved heart. His airiness is visible and light, I put in a word for him...
Nellya Kiseleva
Seeing off the clouds...
I saw off the clouds to a foreign land, unknown to me. They flew silently into the abyss, sadly looking down.
They quietly melted in the distance over the cooled fields, linking up with the cranes on the other side of the earth.
Year after year flew by, melting with them in a blue haze. It’s a pity that no one will return what I miss to me...
Irina Lipetskikh
Cool sail of grass, and solar streams... (Clouds)
The cool sail of grass, and the solar streams, The grasshoppers thunder with an invincible rhythm. Such clouds only appear in July - Huge, illuminated from within. It is unknown where the warm wind is driving them. The world is drawn by a child’s hand, And the golden tranquility of Tibet emanates, And I want to lick the unmelting ice cream. You look up - there it is deep and clear, Your damned questions have been resolved. And a barely visible hawk soars slowly, Touching the starchy silence with its wings.
Tatyana Shcherbinina
From the end of the earth to the other end... (Clouds)
From the end of the earth to the other end, clouds float lazily - they look like flocks of sheep that have eaten their full sides.
Having become terribly tired from the sun, they decide to swim in the river and spread their shadow on the ground, and again rush lightly.
A windy shepherd is chasing them - either he will gather them strictly into heaps, then he will scatter them into white fluff, or he will hide them all behind the horizon.
... The clouds will run away in the evening and you won’t even find a trace of them. But by morning they will probably rush to greet the dawn.
Vera Gaevskaya
Today the sky is made of guipure...
Today the sky is made of guipure, So festive and graceful... And in the lush audacity of glamor Almost unreal.
As if the beauty of the sky is slightly arrogant. And I look to heaven humbly.
Ekaterina Turikova
A man walks on the clouds...
A man walks on the clouds And holds on to the air with his hands, Entrusted to illness and poetry, He is gray-haired, in love and serious.
And his childish seriousness On Earth is truer than all our truths. He asks for almost nothing, And dreams make him happier.
That's all. And that’s how you have to live. Be funny, trusting, not secretive. And inoculate the disease with a vaccine, So as not to be defenseless from pain.
Live by friendships, not by years. To fall in love with dreams every day. A man walks through the heavens and holds onto the stars with his hands.
Yulia Borisova From St. Petersburg
I love watching the clouds float... (Clouds)
I love watching how the clouds float, How they suddenly change at dawn. The sky is like a father. The one that has lived for centuries. Clouds are naughty children.
The wind drives flocks of clouds into the sunset. What a huge sky! I say goodbye. They won't come back. Maybe just rain or snow.
Igor Obukhovsky
I am a cloud... (Cloud)
I am a cloud. Peace and joy. I am a cloud. Formless relaxation. Cloud. Floating through eternity. And just like that, singing to myself: “I am a cloud. I am a cloud. I am a cloud..."
Igor Tyutyukin
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