Awakening Elements
God woke up. Opened his eyes,
Took a grain of sand, threw it at us.
We woke up. A dream came.
We smell the morning. We hear a groan.
This sleepy beast yawned.
It was a quiet chair creaking.
It's sleepy, razomlev,
The lion himself pulls the head.
A two-legged goat is sleeping.
A flexible vine is dozing.
Here night drives laziness -
From the moss stands a deer.
The body is slender,
The skin is shaking dark.
Here the tree stump is awake:
Then morning means a day.
Above the ground the flower does not sleep.
The bird-lance flies,
Looks: we are standing in the mountains
In long trousers, in caps,
Caps catch the shadow,
Let us praise a new day.
Daniil Harms
January 18th 1930
Order horses
For fast movement
Over noisy areas
The order came
From God to horses:
Download always in position
Military horse,
But if from the police
With fire
On a cable upside down
In a tin box
Flash in a frenzied motion
Flashlight over the wall,
Scaring a red flash
Walking crowd,
Run instantly with your mouse
To the lamp post,
Humbly and with patience
Green wait for the signal,
Fighting in the chest with a heartbeat,
Where the blood runs into the canal
Heart divergent
Not in the form of those pieces
In the museum are,
But the form of hairs,
And heart flutter
Successfully extortion,
Go again to wander
As long as you are healthy.
Daniil Harms
September 3, 1933
And the fish flashes in a cool river,
And a small house stands far away,
And the dog barks at a herd of cows,
And down the hill Petrov,
And a small flag curled on the little house,
And the nourishing cereal ripens on the fields,
And the dust is silvered on each sheet,
And flies with a whistle fly everywhere,
And the girls, basking in the sun, lie,
And the bees in the garden above the flowers buzz,
And geese dive in shady ponds,
And the day runs through the usual works.
Daniil Harms
October 25-26, 1937
Focuses !!!
Among us on a wooden stick
Sits a cuckoo in a frock coat,
Keeps a handkerchief ruddy
In his scaly hand.
We all yearn as grandmother,
Open-mouthed, looking forward
On a golden stool -
And all at once fear takes:
Ivan Matveyevich for fear
The clock in his pocket shifted.
And Sofya Pavlovna, an old woman,
Sat in the abbreviation of veins
But Katya, admiring the windowpane,
Beast's foot,
Cold sweating
And wrapped herself in the shenshel.
From under the chest rider was riding,
Face beautiful, like a prayer,
He had been a mischievous child since childhood,
His friend is a battle.
Numbers do not remember their own,
He held the chicken in his teeth -
Ivan Matveyecha brought down,
Driving the liver between the shirts.
And Sofya Pavlovna is strict
Sat, exposing the back of his head,
From there horns grew
And one hundred and fourteen bottles.
And Katya in her tie
Whistled in a finger with a nightingale,
Bashfully wrapped in fur
Nursed the groom.
But the cuckoo leaned toward her,
Like a worm, a cuckoo was smiling,
Then the legs became
So much so that Katya was surprised,
She trembled in amazement
And, like a plate, ran away.
Daniil Harms
May 2, 1928
Tuesdays over the pavement
The balloon was flying empty.
He floated quietly in the air;
In it someone smoked a pipe.
I looked at the square, the gardens,
I watched calmly until Wednesday,
And on Wednesday the lamp was extinguished,
He said: "Well, the city is alive."
Vladimir Kush Journey Along The Edge Of The Earth
Daniil Harms
1928
