Thomas Venclova

Poems about Memory.

You wait for the departed? .
so deep that no soul, no shadows.
They all forgot: the clock and the wall.
and eternity, and sand, and night and day, and.
rain and snow and pine trees throughout the land.

Who is right out of them - do not have to disassemble.
When the separation is multiplied by separation,.
of the votes, perechaschih each other,.
aimlessly in your soul, holistic -.

discord. What is left? .
Fingerprints on the glass polupropaschy -.
so much faith, lies, poems, and so.
fate in the presence of this small.

Heat the remaining two votes.
and anxiety will affect the city.
Like you, was granted.
the memory. No more room in her wake.

How to swallow a blind, so she.
winged, fluttering in you bare,.
Your classicism, grand school -.
Tell me what it cost?.

So falls on stairs, away from us.
cut out and doomed to an hour.
As a board. In meters, inhabited by us.
In the gap that wedged, radiant,.
between past and future times.

Thomas Venclova.