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 cannot make them stop their music:
neither the angel, that sounds like a crevice,
nor the Galilean pipes
of the disciple,
nor the saint, alive
in this world, as the strings of the psaltery,
under the experienced hand of Your terrible meetings.

The music lives in huge circles,
like a thousand rings with immortal stones,
like the rapture of matter –
and rarely touches the heart of the poor.

But falling and nodding by the folds,
like a living, heavy curtain,
the thinking spirit promises me:
they all sound there, but You are still the hearing.

Richard McKane


From music I can not tear away
either an angel who sounds like wind in a crevice,
or the Galilean reed-pipe
of a disciple,
or a saint who once lived
in the world, like the strings of the psaltery
under the skillful hand of Your awe-inspiring encounters.

Music lives in enormous circles
like a thousand rings with immortal stones,
like the rapture of matter,
slightly touching the heart of a pauper.

But failing down and bowing with the folds,
like a heavy, living curtain,
a thinking spirit promises me that
everything will resonate there, but You remain – hearing.

Slava I. Yastremski and Michel Naydan
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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