…from the quills of the dead white poets
Alexandr Alexandrovich Blok (1880 – 1921)
I’m Hamlet now. Freezes blood,
When the perfidy waves laces,
While love is first – and lives in heart
For her – the one in times and spaces.
Ophelia, my dear friend,
You got away by cold fierce,
And, Prince, I’m dying in my land,
With poisoned swords in fighting pierced.
Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, January, 1995 – March, 2002