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… Read More »blank verse
poem
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… Read More »poem in my translation
Time
Dark night has choked daylight. Day is dead. It won’t come back to senses any more. You killed the time again. You must be mad… Read More »Time
Autumn Travel
… Touch sunset as night falls. Slowly say goodbye to feast, wine, even nothingness then, like dew quiet in the morning light, evaporate Translated by… Read More »Autumn Travel