AN OPENING FOR A NOVEL (excerpt from my book “Extraordinary Story of a Turnskin”) “…And suck the blood of all thy race.” (George Gordon Byron) “…and people do not, as a rule, believe in Vampires!” (Stanislaus Eric Stenbock. The Sad Story of a Vampire)   In the summer of 1888, a group of good friends … Read more

blank verse

The Winter Tremble blank verse by Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898),  my translation   Always slow, among flowers and deities, the clock striking thirteen. Who previously owned this Saxon clock? Picture them bringing it from Saxony by those old slow stagecoaches. (Weird shadows looming over the old windowpanes.) Who did ever look at oneself in the Venetian … Read more

poem in my translation

The Butterfly by Afanasy Fet (1820-1892)   You’re right. An outline of Air I am so sweet. My velvet with its living blinking– only two wings. Don’t ask me whence, what brought me, where I speed. I light the flower down, here, and now I breathe. How long, so aimless, so effortless, I want to … Read more