Georgy Ivanov
I still find charm in little accidental...

I still find charm in little accidental
trifles, empty little things —
say, in a novel without end or title,
or in this rose, now wilting in my hands.

I like its moiré petals, dappled
with trembling silver drops of rain —
and how I found it on the sidewalk,
and how I’ll toss it in a garbage can.

Translated by Boris Dralyuk