How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?. Not in vain am I known as the grieving one Since the time…
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Here Pushkin’s endless exile has begun, And Lermontov’s exile turned out fatal, The mountain grass has a smell so sweet and gentle, And only once I managed to discern, By…
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the end your magnificent disdain. You drank wine, and told the…
He did love three things in this world: Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks, And worn, weathered maps of America. And he did not love children crying, Or tea served…
Do you hear the soft rustle beside your table? Don’t bother to write for I’ll come to you. Is it possible you are angry with me like the last time?…
Glory to you, inescapable pain! The gray-eyed king died yesterday. The autumn evening was sultry and red, My husband returned and quietly said: “You know, they brought him back from…
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks of ice, the painted sleighs and I, together, pass. And…
Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded, black death’s wing’s overhead. Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ahead? By day, a mysterious wood, near the town, breathes…
Although this land is not my own, I will remember its inland sea and the waters that are so cold the sand as white as old bones, the pine trees…