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 Wild Rose
You unfold in the swollen heart of suffering,
wild rose,
               the wounding garden of the universe.

Oh you, wild rose, white rose, the whitest of them all.
The one who names you will out-argue Job.

I am silent, though, disappearing in the mind out of the beloved sight,
concentrating my look
and not taking my hands off the fence.

The wild rose
                  walks, like a stern gardener,
                                                  who knows no fear,
with a crimson rose,
with compassion᾽s hidden wound under his wild shirt.

Richard McKane


The Wild Dogrose

In the swollen heart of suffering you open,
wild dogrose,
                           wounding all creation’s garden.

Wild dogrose and white, much whiter than the common kind.
Those who name you will find words to change Job’s sullen mind.

But I stay silent, vanishing in mind from my
beloved’s sight,
taking neither my eyes
nor my hands off the fence.

The wild dogrose
walks by like a grim-faced gardener, knowing no fear,
with a crimson rose,
compassion’s concealed wound, under his savage shirt.

David Horrocks, Valentina Polukhina
 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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