BETWEEN

and between monalisas and mad hatters

and between golden gods and tons of LSD

and between furious absinthe and french cigarettes

and between death and walls with new paintings

and between the perpetual postponement of the inevitable

(which rolls down the mountain like an orange)

and between Pollack’s bright stains and absolute tenderness

and between dishevelled candles sitting on two chairs

аnd between my cross-eyed pastoral mirror

and between the end of September and the next summer

and between friends’ books and other useless shawls

and between this blue bird and its already alienated flock

and between the hurt and the herb

that purr quietly in the dirt over there

and between boredom and Zeno’s conundra

i remember that what i am

is no different from what i search for

because the search is over.

between you and me 

i'm planting an apple tree.

Translated by Hristo Dimitrov / Edited by Tom Phillips