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 Gates. Windows. Arches
A house in the blizzard
or a fire in the steppe
or a village on the chest of the shaggy mountain
or a shack
at the edge of the ocean
that rises forever
as. in the pit of the stomach,
that spot, where all that’s nameless
aches on, –

this is where to live
this is where we come alive.
We’ll reassemble the glass broken
in fragments through grief
and in its wine we’ll all be reflected –
all, as if we’d just come in:

with cheerful and curious glance,
with snow, with fire,
with pleasure of seeing one another,
with the ocean in the window.

And our host will be Givi
for a kinder man Earth never saw.
Catriona Kelly
Not by sea, nor by tree, nor by powerful star...
Mountain Ode
An Old Testament Motif
The Grasshoper and the Cricket
In the Liquor Store
To Lycinius
In the desert of life… What am I saying...
On the Death of Leonid Gubanov
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