Nighttime, the street, a pharmacy, A lamp. Its senseless, dusky flame. Live for another quarter century. All will, a cycle, be the same. You’ll die – again you’ll start anew. And all will, as of old, repeat. Night, water, icy …
I went to bliss; the footpath gleamed The ruby tint of evening dew; And ebbing in my spirit streamed The far-off voice of dawn anew. The song of dawn, ensconcing me Surged forth to fade; the heavens glowed; And through …
The hour was still. The surf lay at our feet. You smiled, saying as we parted ways: “We’ll meet again… Until a different day…” That was a lie. We knew we’d never meet Again. We had forever said goodbye. The …
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 …