Translated by Jayde Will
When you look at the sea
there are ships in your eyes
I only see water and foam
a cutoff line
on the border of the sky and sea
In the deepness of your eyes
two ships recede into the distance
* * *
Now I should make jam
The plums are ready
Autumn is ready
During the last five years
time has been speeding up
with the addition of the flu, ringing in my ears, pneumonia,
radiculitis, a trumpet, drums, glaucoma, high blood pressure,
the timpani ring
in the end a whole orchestra
plays such a mindless tune
I am who I am
shameless deceitful timid
and still you water me
with your morning light
And that will happen now?
When there`s no electricity.
The screen is black
And there is no light to be seen in whole village.
Everything is quiet,
Evan that, which I didn`t notice before the murmuring.
Aldo the radio in the kitchen.
What will happen to me?
In this quiet twilight.
That very word almost slipped mu mind.
I sit listening.
I sit oddly.
Time stands still.
For the moment, For the century.
And that is happening now?
Today I am the king’s cat
I walk in the hundred rooms of his castle
I sleep on the cushion of his throne
wearing a little watch of gold around my neck
I give off sparks, when his hand glides over my fur
I purr in the warmth of the canopy bed my claws
caress his body
only there where it itches
I extend them
roaring in the jungle of my heart
where tigers tearing the habitat’s trees
apart with their claws marking their territory
the dangerous limits of life.
St. John’s Night
The point of the matter is that the scar would remain
for your whole life,
so if you let the glowing poker
burn the mark of St. John’s on your back
while chewing a shashlik spit to numbness
so the cries of pain wouldn’t ring all over Värska
then the point of the matter
that the scar would remain
* * *
The old beautiful women said come over
and sit here with us on the long bench
we’ll make room for you in the middle
because when we go
through the dark from here
you’ll have to stay
put your hands on your knees
I am a beautiful old woman
on a long bench
at the edge of this world