Joseph Brodsky
- On the death of Zhukov, by George L. Cline
(Columns of grandsons, stiff at attention...)
Joseph Brodsky (suomi)
- Žukovin kuolemalle, Jukka Mallinen
(Näen kohmeisten lasten rivistöt...)
«You and I are forlorn, I presume. / Let"s relax in this quiet room. / / In this corner, so warm and so bright, / Let us watch the October night. / / As before, there are lights outside. / Dear friend, we are old and retired. / / All is gone: hardship, blizzards and dread. / ...»
«My friend, you'll understand, of course! / Now at this hour of dejection / Like magic, firmly, desperation / Dismays me filling with remorse... / / Why is there so much depression / And pain in my contracted chest? / I don't need lights, and I confess / I'm tired of any congregat...»
«A cheerful bride, she was happy and gay, / But there came death, and she passed away. / / Her mother berried her close nearby / The church came down on the pond, half dry. / / And over the waves of the deepest place / A cross is floating at an even pace. / / Days, years and ...»
«to Chulkov Don't build a house by a drowned current / Where life is bustling under a strain; / Believe me, the end is always recurrent, / It's incomprehensible, solemn and plain. / / Like a bedtime story your fate is quiet; / Lonely heart, you had better give in and be blessed. / Go ...»