Poems

Translated by Michael Pursglove Even at large there is no freedom A HUNDRED GRAMS OF KOLYMA 1. Nights…

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Dance tuneWith the hugs, the rain and wind began to easeushering in the Autumn with its modest dress of fallen…

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The city is standing like a passless Wailing Wall, like a bookplate of faith, like a final stop of the outcome.…

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1 Our past has became the future for my lonely unlived years. I am going, stunned by the foreboding of…

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1 To Paris with distaste. Festive despair. In the confusion of not your life you want to be look like…

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1 There was quiet water. At the St. Mark's Square the moon, a frightened parishioner, all night taking care of…

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Part 4Blind faith. Yes, blind. In vain the silence complains. The gates ofParadise are wide-open. The back pains ruthlessly. One…

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TOWARDS THE DAWNComfortless country. In the equation and onlysystems. In every gesture: “I myself”. Songswith faces of heroes. Extramarital son…

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