The Middle Of The World
I'm just a man in middle of the world,
With infusoria behind me,
Before me - millions stars in dance.
I'm lying in between in my full length
The sea connecting two far banks,
The bridge uniting space with sense.
I'm Nestor, chronicler of time that dumb,
I'm Jeremiah of the days to come.
While holding calendar and clock,
I'm drawn in future of my Russia - Mom,
And curse the past like poor king who's mock.
I know more than corpse about death,
And more I have of life than nature hath.
Oh God! - some butterfly with pretty wings,
Like girl is laughing free of human wrath,
Like piece of golden silk that flings.
Translated by E.Mishina