Regina Derieva
Beyond Siberia again Siberia, Beyond impenetrable forest again forest. And beyond it waste ground, Where a blizzard of snow breaks loose. The blizzard has handcuffs, and the snow- Storm has a knife which kills
Sons of bitches Were born With hearts of stone, Cherishing this stone All their life. Children of Sons of bitches Were born With hearts of grenade, In order to Blow to pieces Everything, And
Oval mirror of the sea, Age-warped isle waved and cloudy, Each angle crystalline and salty. My lens into reality. Point of space just visible, Focus of beams ineffable, Swith of signals transmissible, Receiver of
It was not necessary to study The language Of a strange country; Anyway, it would be of no help. It was not necessary to know Where Italy or England Is located; Travel was obviously
Everyone, after all, was killed: He who was crucified, He who died without skin, He who died without a head, He who was drowned, He who was thrown down From the wall of the
I don’t feel at home where I am, Or where I spend time; only where, Beyond counting, there’s freedom and calm, That is, waves, that is, space where, when there, You consist of pure
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, And square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common people, Preparing himself to be Rosencrantz. He decides to serve Claudius and therefore Spy