About the Author

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 Wild Rose
Legends and Fantasies
(1976 - 1978)

I dreamed that leavetaking had come
and rose over our troubled water.
Vision was confused, like an exhortation
on major disasters over a minor disaster,
on the fact that leavetaking is still an outline,
an empty sketch that we know from somewhere.

But here like a ring from a fortune-telling cup
it manifested its embodiment from silent life,

and crying, disturbing and looking at it,
it stood there like my desire.


As from layers which we do not look into
they would shake and smooth out a living vision
to a sick wild beast from the edge of creation,
and a second childhood would bend over it,
so that unnoticing it he should take leave of suffering,
taught by the last and first desire.

So he shovels away the darkness like wool,
and senses, as he falls to the nipple,

the dry flanks of the new wet-nurse
and the terrifying sweetness of her milk.


I am also one of those who needs nothing more,
and will stand, disappearing from sight,
like a glass terrace from a dark garden,
admiring the rain that pours down on us,
like a living fence full of heart
by the windows while it is still scarce light.

The fence of leavetaking and remembrance,
the healing clothes, that clung to knowledge,

and someone approaches the window and nods
to the face of dreaming, embarrassment, and rain.
Richard McKane
The Wild Rose
Second Legend
Sixth Legend
Seventh Legend. Death of Alexis the Roman Saint
Selva Selvaggia
Now in warm gold, in broad bindings...
Preamble to the Song
Strange Journey
The Flight of the Prodigal Sun
Night Legend. The Nun’s Funeral
Candlemas Day
Names fly out of the magical horn...
Cat, Butterfly, Candle
Water: The Peasant Woman
Eight Octets
In The Mood of Leopardi
I carry two books, as I go I am leaving...
We shall walk slowly and listen attentively...
I often dream of death offering...
Legends about ascetics are similar...
I cannot make them stop their music...
Three Mirrors
Farewell Wind
Somewhere in the corner of a neglected illness...
Journey of the magi
Mountain Lullaby
Morning in The Garden
The Cat’s Look
Azarovka. A Suite of Landscapes
Portrait of the Artist in his Picrure
Tenth Legend. Jacob
Eleventh Legend. Supper
Twelfth Legend. Sergey Radonezhsky
Magic Stone
A Faible
“I raise the radiance, like a fallen hand...
The Old Poet
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