The eyes of the Black
Sea into the distance.
Очи Оки
Блещут вдали.
«We’re unable to live, for this country’s absurd, / At ten paces’ remove are our voices unheard, / But opinion, when muttered, half-spoken, / Kremlin highlander’s spectre’s awoken. / Podgy fingers he has that are meaty like worms, / But his speech is deliberate, its measure confir...»
«When red October’s dim time-server for us made / A yoke of bloodshed and of malice, / And armoured car, aggressive, then enforced blockade / And loomed an apish gunner, callous — And “Crucify Kerensky!” irate soldier brayed, / And angry mob on cue applauded: / Then Pilate let them...»
«I sing when throat is moist, and soul is dry and cold, / And when my eye is damp, and mind does not dissemble: / How healthy is the wine? And will the wineskins hold? / And what about Colchian’s bloody coursing tremble? / Demure’s my breast, it has no words – it is not bold: / My son...»
«At moment’s blooming I was not then questing, / Cassandra, for your lips, Cassandra, for your eyes, / But we’re December’s solemn wait digesting – / We’re hounded by our memories’ lies. In 1917 in mid-December / We find we’ve lost love and it all; / The people’s will will ...»