No more Europe, no more America.
The end of Tsarskoye, of Moscow, too.
A fit of nuclear hysteria –
life atomized into a radiant blue.
Transparent, all-forgiving haze will stretch
over the seas. And he who could have done
something yet chose not to, will be left
in the expanse of pre-eternity, alone.
Не станет ни Европы, ни Америки,
Ни Царскосельских парков, ни Москвы —
Припадок атомической истерики
Всё распылит в сияньи синевы.
Потом над морем ласково протянется
Прозрачный, всепрощающий дымок…
И Тот, кто мог помочь и не помог,
В предвечном одиночестве останется.
«[after S. Galkin] The autumn world is sensibly ordered / And inhabited. / Enter, be quiet in the heart of things, / Like this maple. And if dust covers you momentarily, / Don't be alarmed. / Let the dew from dawn fields / Wash your leaves. When thunder breaks out over the world / An...»
«As the first signs of winter / Hover above the Neva's expanse, / We compare the scattered leaves / Along its banks to summer's radiance. But I admire these old poplars / Whose branches refuse to shed / Their dry and rusty armor / Till winter's first storms ahead. How to describe our si...»
«There are faces like magnificent portals, / Everywhere the exalted is found in the small. / There are faces like wretched hovels, / Where liver is cooked and rennet boiled. / Some are cold, lifeless faces / Locked up with a dungeon's bars. / Others are towers, where no one has toiled / ...»
«1. In the Rain My umbrella tears and like a bird / Breaks loose, cracking. / A damp hut of rain stirs and steams / Above the world. / And I stand amid the intertwining / Of cool stretched bodies, / As if the rain wished to merge / With me for a while. 2. Autumn Morning Lovers cease ...»