Translated by Daniel Weissbort, appears in Twentieth Century Russian Poetry: Silver and Steel […] I care nothing for battle odes, The enchantment of elegiac conceits. For me, all poetry must be malapropos, Not as people … Read More →

We don’t know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is going down You’re moody, and I am your shadow. Let’s step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead Why are we so … Read More →