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)
Magic Stone
Who knows whether he dreamed this?
There was the Feast of the Cross when no one
could go into the forest. The earth
quaked underfoot like a broken branch,
and the snakes licked the mysterious stone,
and other rocks grew like bamboos,

and he awoke. But the snakes hurried,
as he had just dreamed them, one after another.
The trees beat with their heavy branches,
and held him and looked like phantoms.
And, perhaps, the very fact that he lived and they all lived
was but the water, running by the windows?
And the joints moaned from one thought only.

But he will feed till full the hungry heart
who will go further into the ancient dark,
and will see a rock, and lie at the root,
and the happiness of the end will touch him.

“When my soul, like a chance traveller,
will nod in greeting and go away under the cloudburst, look:
Your earth is beautiful, o Lord God,
but it’s better that I should go out and be inside,

and be like the rain, and bide in hope,
to wake to the sounds of another rain,
and lie down again, and grow over the clothes,
and sleep without end, and sleep as I walk away...”

The bad-weather midnight blustered in the forest
and everything that wished was coming to its end.
The earth groaned and the soul was in anguish
and the stone scattered the light into pieces...

To sleep without end, and sleep as one walks away,
and to sleep as one approaches the wonderful stone,
to sleep, touching with living hands
the living shining of the night 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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