A Journal of Translation
Finally, marked by the bright light Tomatoes: tomatoes and sunflowers. Here now the September-didactic shreaks: “Birches” And the acrid juice explodes onto the grass While holding over the last breath, God’s things, swinging and drying up not breaking off, holding-holding …
It is a clear winter noon… The frost is thick; it crackles, and silver flakes of ice are gathering on Nadenka’s locks by her temples and on her face, as she holds me by the hand. We stand on a …
“Those human relationships you’re talking about,” said Anosov to me, “are so complex, painful, and mysterious that at times I wonder: Isn’t solitude a real and thus far the only attainable happiness?” Up till then we have been talking about …
I organized a formal party, And for the guests I Bought the flour, bought the cheese, Baked a crumbly Pie. Knives and forks were set, And then for the guests I waited. But the pie enticed me, Perhaps… maybe… one …