September 11, 2006 – Natalia A.

Monday Afternoon Poetry Club

It’s a bit early, but I will be busy later in the day. On September the 11th, I have for you my own translation of the virst two stanzas Boris Pasternak’s “I dreamed of autumn…” I believe they’re relevant for today. The Russian original can be found here. An old professor once told me “it’sContinue reading “Monday Afternoon Poetry Club”

On This Gray Morning

Let’s remember the dead. Five years ago, I felt a peculiar, very organic, animalistic sense of dread. Now I feel as though there is very little justice in this world, or perhaps none at all, and nothing matters much, but the slogans matter least of all. “He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, fallingContinue reading “On This Gray Morning”