For this, you died. Peace unto your remains, my fellow-villager from abandoned hamlets. Translated from the Russian by Leonid Levin and Elisavietta Ritchie Russian original of this poem. So it is harder to breathe. Though the shallow edge of heaven is over my porch.
Faces reflect in the heavens.
Translated from the Russian by Leonid Levin and Elisavietta Ritchie Russian original of this poem. Now we look out at a fragile Earth through the panes of abandoned buildings. Translated from the Russian by Leonid Levin and Elisavietta Ritchie Russian original of this poem. A century of universal decay. While behind a quiet fence on a bench in someone's garden Doom weighs a century of separation on the scales.