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)
The Cat’s Look

My beautiful cat, when you test the experience
and power of space at the window,
it’s as though within me they light a fire
and brandish in me a living, powerful censer.

I think that the world did not look at the ABC
and the miracle of literacy is in vain.
But when the assured creature is barely attentive
life is dangerous as a staircase,

when with contempt and a golden chalice
your look descends down the ramp,
and my heart falls before you
as before the servant of the Lord.


Now anguish visits you as in a mirror,
in the mirroring, chunky cut-glass goblet,
and I am the slave of your memories:
I lay out for them broad paths
in an emptying country, where one can avoid
gravitation like a closed house,
and the living temptation of weightlessness,
burning globes, almost silent.
So the best hours will concentrate us
on the tip of the needle of salvation,
where love is in torment, and where vision sinks
into a many-rippled diamond.
Life looks at life, destroying boundaries,
and all the eyes of your medusas
are just one injection, one anaesthetic of the fabric,
one suffering union.


Go on, my speech, with the pace of a cat,
(as though space itself had allowed itself
a forgotten game), be drunk among the sober
with a flame burning in the wind.
Carry your candle, like the cat does, without distrust,
as truth sees life when it is on its own: for the happiness
of intelligent powers, for the rapture of the beast
danger is bequeathed you.
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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