my white room

i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.



the third time in the garden
and a room for all my quick
pencil sketches with the names
of plants and flowers

same paths, always unique

one bush of wild strawberry is called the white soul,
two of them are blooming already and just few hours
ago the petals have fallen down

это был солнечный день, долго ждала своей очереди
и нужно было идти в другое здание. по ступенькам
большим и за угол, между колоннами. там было 
прохладно, как бывает в школе летом, когда все
ушли и бетонные стены серые или яркие, они
приятные, как заходишь в воду летним днем. 
теплую, но ледяную после солнца.

я знаю, все будет хорошо у тебя.


  1. I've spent two days cleaning the garden, taking advantage of the sunshine ( now gone), last year I planted few wild strawberries plants and this year they are running all along the border. I didn't know they were also called white souls, what a perfect name...

  2. I just love to see my strawberry plants bloom and have their petals fall, knowing the fruits will grow soon.
    I hope you'll have fresh strawberries very soon.

  3. the petals remind me of ezra pound ('in a station of the metro')--

    THE apparition of these faces in the crowd;
    Petals on a wet, black bough.

  4. i was able harvest several strawberry
    from my garden, how about you?
    have i told you that your flower
    started producing some seeds and
    i also shared your plants to my siblings.
    they both love your pink flower.
    thank you olga.


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