Candles melting when drown Ancient parquetry floor, Shoulders on flowing down Epaulettes’ silver ore. Golden wine effervesces In the agony flame... All the past being away with, - What will come - all the same. In the languor look round Their death being faced Deer stag running out Right the fire against. Barrel arms someone lays For a someone’s breast sinned... All the past being away with, - Let it come, anything. Deft and evil some fellows When enjoying not aimed Throw pointed arrows At the sunset inflamed. In the storm’s tune hear may ears Repetition of notes... Let the past done away with, - Let it come as it floats.
© Natalia Tverskova. Translation, 2000