Our grandad’s outlandish dream,
the prison years of our heroes,
our hope and our heartfelt lament,
our prayer we hardly dared utter –
our dis-membered
dis-constituted,
dis-banded
Constituent Assembly.
Наших дедов мечта невозможная,
Наших героев жертва острожная,
Наша молитва устами несмелыми,
Наша надежда и воздыхание, —
Учредительное Собрание, —
Что мы с ним сделали?
«Life is fine but it’s strange, for a wonder, / and as short as the stroke of the pen; / now it’s time to slow down and ponder / on its wound and the torturous pain. / / Now it’s time to be thoughtful and serious / while we live we should muse and think hard: / what is there behi...»
«My Hope, at this successive session / will you please play me something special / and make the blush come off my face, / just like a horse that goes the pace. / / I beg of you please play me something / in order that there might be nothing : / nor notes, nor keys, nor peace, nor sky.....»
«Forget the loss belated and early celebration / When moon wheels hit the roadway in time for separation. / The profile of an owl looks down from the cart, / The simple song of crickets storms right into the heart. She's watching from her doorstep, her beauty slowly failing, / The prideful a...»
«My jacket had its days of wear. / It’s lost the look and gotten paler. / And so I take it to a tailor / To have it altered here and there. I tell him jokingly, just so, / "I’d like a total alteration, / New luck will come from your creation, / From your fine art of cut-and-sew." It...»