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)
A Faible
She lies there, and they say
that over her a little wax candle
burns and doesn’t diminish
and her window looks out on a garden.

It’s strange, or was her heart born
to lie like that? The spindle
falls to the ground and is in a dream.
She lies, like the quiet entrance
to the dark garden, whence the light comes
and squeaks on the old floorboards.

Deep as the heart, deep,
like a deep faint, and deeper
in the depth of closed eyelids,
sleep, my dove, long and deep:
who knows what’s going on outside?

If this is a squeak and this is light,
slightly rising upwards,
the heart is born so that for many years
it can sleep and not watch the progress of the light
which bends branch after branch.

No one dreams this dream:
it is a house and a vineyard for itself,
and a road, along which the horseman
gallops to her; and this horseman is the dream.

“I ask for much, but hear me out
for this one thing in your great mercy,
then you can destroy me like a house
unfit for a homeless soul:

this will be what I want.
The rest is poor and hurtful.
Blow out my soul like a candle
before which darkness is not visible.”
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
Copyright © Sedakova All rights reserved >UP >SUPPORT THIS SITE >Design Team Partner >