The
Woman
Sandzar YanyshevHis sunrise is like a thread,
Yours, like oil ---
She said to the man.[His tail hangs forward,
Yours backward ---
That's what she didn't say.]He is the master of impulse,
You're the master of siege ---
She comforted the man.[He's got spine,
You, a belly ---
That's what she wouldn't say.]He has a moment,
You have eternity ---
She reminded the man.[He has the summit,
You, a plateau ----
She said nothing of this.]He has sand in his boots,
You have gravel ---
She worried for the man.[He will die in the future,
You will die in the past ---
She held her tongue and sucked on it.]It was the least she could do.
It was the most she could do ---
True from the start. To the bitter end, true.--- From Contemporary Russian Poetry:
An Anthology
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