“Играй, Адель Не знай печали, Хариты, Лель Тебя венчали И колыбель Твою качали.” – A. Pushkin One of the problems with not living anywhere near one’s parents is the fact that when you do actually get home, parents have emotional leverage. And emotional leverage allows them to drag you off on long road-trips. Like theContinue reading “Tired and… tired”
Category Archives: Poetry
A very old and silly and sweet pseudo-poem
Oh the gentlemen are talking in another room, And I listen, still and silent, like the peering moon. Shadows cross the lick of light beneath my door, While their boots knock ditties on the wooden floor. Through the wall I hear them singing Of a woman who is far, Of the march of the cossacks,Continue reading “A very old and silly and sweet pseudo-poem”
Gee!
This poem always makes me smile – even if the hot water runs out on Sunday morning, or the Daleks invade again. And if anyone is keeping notes, I’d like it to be read at my funeral.* gee i like to think of dead gee i like to think of dead it means nearer becauseContinue reading “Gee!”
As if the news couldn’t be any more soul-crushing
Many lives lost in Iraq today. “Останови! Идут, идут испуганные тучи, Закат в крови! Закат в крови! Из сердца кровь струится! Плачь, сердце, плачь… Покоя нет! Степная кобылица Несется вскачь!” – Александр Блок.
Христос Воскрес
“Я в гроб сойду и в третий день восстану, И, как сплавляют по реке плоты, Ко Мне на суд, как баржи каравана, Столетья поплывут из темноты.” – Борис Пастернак. “Гефсиманский Сад.” I’m not good enough to translate this (and probably never will be), so I’ll just say Happy Easter to the English-speaking world and leaveContinue reading “Христос Воскрес”
Natalia A. 