Zinaida Gippius
Say Something Good

To V. Zlobin

I roar — a dying lion...
D’ you see all this, my God!
Between machine’s teeth iron,
My flesh is being deformed.

I’ll bear pains my own…
But would I — all, I feel?
All that in systems goes on,
Between the clogs of wheels?

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver