Tag Vaginov

[“On the embankment…”]

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 from the windows That‘s lighting their shoulders and chest,…

[The word is burning and being dark]

Konstantin Vaginov‘s probably best-known poem – see the original. Black is the infinite morning;Like tears, street lights stand.Purple, booming soundsAre heard of a faraway dawn. And the word burns and darkensIn the square before the window,And birds are crowing and…