Under the pavement you find another universe
of understatements twisted with secret truths.
From underneath you can touch their roots and wonder
why on the top they all look like one-coloured violets.
Leaving the basement, heavy with zero gravity,
I straighten up on the pavement, observing flowers,
having forgotten to ask you, if we had any
future together in your imagination.
2010
Russian version
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Maria Zagrebelnaya
The majority of the works that you find here have been translated by the author (i.e. myself) into English in order to throw some light for non-Russian speakers on those queer verses I'm involved in. Though I did my best to remain within the metre of a verse, in most cases I had to give up the rhyme - for the sake of the idea.
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marzag @ yandex.ru