Georgy Ivanov
On the boundary of snow and melting...

On the boundary of snow and melting.
Of movement and repose.
Of light-mindedness and of despair —
Is palpitation, virtigo.

Blue night of solitude —
Life smashes itself to bits.
First name and patronymic vanish
And the surname runs like ink...

Like stars, the prophecies rise
And fall away . . . . They are not fulfilled!

Translated by Daniel Weissbort