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  • Modern Russian Poetry. 1967

My Readers

Мои читатели

The old vagabond in Addis Ababa,
Who conquered many tribes,
Sent me one of his black lancers
Greeting me with my own poetry.
A lieutenant, who used to lead gunboats
Under enemy fire,
Recited my poems to me all through the night
Upon the southern sea.
A man, who midst a crowd had shot
The Emperor’s ambassador,
Came up to shake my hand,
To thank me for ray verse.

Many of them — strong, wicked and gay —
Who killed elephants and people,
Who died of thirst in the desert,
Who froze on a polar ice-floe,
Loyal to our planet (Strong, gay and wicked),
Carry my books in a saddlebag,
Read them in groves of palm trees
And abandon them with the ship.

I don’t offend them with hypertensions,
Or humiliate them with too much heart.
Don’t bug them with vital allusions
To the contents of an empty shell.
But when bullets whistle by,
When waves break the sides of the ship,
I teach them not to fear,
Not to fear and to do their job.
And when a woman with a beautiful face,
The only dear face in the world,
Says, ‘I don’t love you’,
I teach them to smile,
To leave her and never go back.

And when the last hour comes,
When the red, even mist films their eyes,
I will teach them to recall quickly
Their entire pleasant-cruel life
And all their own, strange earth...
And when standing before God’s face
To await calmly His Judgement
With simple, wise words.

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Remember the palace of giants…

Remember the palace of giants, / The pool, full of silvery fish, / Alleys of planes, the highest, / And keeps made of huge stone bricks; / / As my golden horse at the towers / Was prancing, so proud and strong, / And gems decorated his harness / In patterns of delicate work. / / ...

The ship

"What d' you see in my eyes, slightly sparkling, / In my look, hazed with opaque mist?" / "There I saw the sea's deepest darkness / With a big sunken beautiful ship. / / That fine ship... More glorious and braver / None had seen over deep of the sea. / Its high masts under windbreath ...

A fragment of «Tale of Kings»

Once a dark horseman oh a black horse came / He was clad in a black velvet cloak, full of pride. / And his look was so dreadful, as a town aflame, / And so glaring as a flash in the night. / / Curly hair upon shoulders like serpents did twist, / And his voice was a song of the earth and...


Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And hands are especially thin and the hair if up fluff. / Hey, listen, as far as in Africa, down at lake Chad / Is walking a graceful Giraffe. / / He's owing that elegance, slender and languor he is, / Such beautiful patterns are sh...

The Gates of Paradise

There are no seven diamond seals to close / the eternal gates of God's great paradise / it has no tempting charms, no beckoning glow / and to the people remains unrecognized. / / a doorway in a wall long since forsaken / a mass of stones and moss and nothing more. / nearby, a beggar, ...

A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...