Poetry
Winter 2009
Apollo in the Grass
From the Russian. Fine, then, lie in the grass. The thicker it growsThe less conspicuous is the white torso,That much more futile the long trajectoryOf power’s glare; the less […]
Poetry
Autumn 1992
Seven Beginnings
From the Russian. On leaving the city where new buildings, newcomers and the nouveau riches are lords, the desire to make it, to be happy, to be convinced that hell […]
Poetry
Autumn 1992
A Party on Women’s Day
From the Russian. Katya’s proud she has a much-admired husband who’s got what it takes; Lena’s proud she’s raising a child by herself, asking nothing of the world; Sveta’s proud […]
Poetry
Autumn 1992
Untitled
From the Russian. Here, everything gets eaten: drippings, marinade, even shoe polish. Here, it’s our custom to be proud of the ore from the mines and the space up above, […]