July 12, 2004 by AK

Konstantin Vaginov again

Probably written in the early 1930s in Leningrad.

On the embankment, a dawn,

Lilac and vague.

Balding children are sitting

On a magnificent summit.

Perhaps it’s a gleam of windows

That lights their shoulders and chest,

But pale as a leaf is the sky,

And music does not play.

UPDATE. I don’t think “gleam of windows” is the best word choice for otblesk okon, which I suppose means the light of the dawn or the rising sun reflected by windows of the building(s) opposite the one on whose roof the “children” are perched. Suggestions welcome.


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