Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Zinaida Gippius - All It

Brassy noise and smoky powder,
Sticky-scarlet streams amass,
Clammy swish of crawling bodies…
Where are them and where are us?

No more baseless expectations,
Unavailing victories,
And contended aspirations 
Died with fervent reveries.

All are one, we’re all conjoined,
Us or them, Death doesn't choose.
That machine continues churning,
And the war is chewing chew.


Translated by Dina Belyayeva

Russian original


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