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?
«Oh Asia! You are my torment. / I fancy thunderclouds like maiden's brows, / And lengthy gatherings at night / Like the bloom of tender shoulders. / Where is the prophet of a new day? / Oh, If only Asia would cover my knees / With the hair of blue rivers, / And whisper her cryptic pl...»
«While Achmatova's tears and songs / Were raining over Tsarskoe Selo, / I, unwinding the enchantress' ball of thread, / Dragged myself through the wilderness / Where impossibility was dying, / A tired actor / Striding forward. / Meanwhile the curly head / Of the subterranean bull wa...»
«If I turn humankind into a clock / And show how the century hand moves / Wouldn't war disappear from our age / Like an obsolete letter from the alphabet? / Our kind got itself piles / From the springy chairs of war, / But I tell you what I learned about the future / Through my preterh...»
«The female clouds drifted weeping / Above the highest valleys’ valleys / The female clouds were slinging hay / Above the saddest valleys’ valleys / The female clouds were dripping hay / Above the saddest valleys’ valleys / The female clouds drifting wailed / Above the highest val...»