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From the book Kliazma and Yauza
From the book The Wild Rose
From the book Tristan and Isolde
From the book Old Songs
From the book Gates. Windows. Arches
From the book Stanzas in the Manner of Alexander Pope
From the book Stellae and Inscriptions
From the book The Iambic Verses
The Chinese Travelogue
From An Unfinished Book
From the book The Evening Song
From the book Elegies
From the book The Beginning of a Book  
From the book The Beginning of a Book
1.Rain

“It’s raining,
and they say there is no God!”
old nanny Varya used to say
at our house.

Those who used to say there is no God
now light candles before icons,
order special liturgies,
and mistrust people of other faiths.

Nanny Varya lies in the churchyard now,
and the rain pours down,
magnificent, incomprehensible, abundant,
it pours and pours
without knocking on anyone’s door.

Slava I. Yastremski and Michel Naydan


Rain

"It’s raining,
and still people say there’s no God!"
So Granny Varya,
an old woman from round us, would say.

Now the people who said there was no God
are lighting candles in churches,
ordering masses for the dead,
shunning those of other faiths.

Granny Varya lies in her grave,
and the rain pours on,
immense, abundant, relentless,
on and on,
aiming at no-one in particular.

Catriona Kelly and Robert Reid
 To His Holiness John Paul II
1.Rain
To His Holiness John Paul II
2.The Nothing
To His Holiness John Paul II
3.Sant Alessio. Roma
A Letter
Lullaby
Portrait of the Artist in a Middle-Age
The Subway. Moscow
The Angel of Rheims
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