Nikolay Zabolotsky

• A Memory, by Eugene Ehren
  Long months of torpor have descended; / Perhaps my life has run its course; / It tarries long after the day has ended, / Reflecting on its fi...
• Memory, by Christopher R. Fortune
  Months of languor have settled in / Can it be that life is over, / Or, its work done, has come / Like a late guest to the table... It wants to ...