Inna Kabysh

The Eden – it’s not far, I think…
There they drink only freshest milk,
and eat hot soup with tinned meat,
and with great Dante till half-night sit.
It has enough of sun and rain
to make red poppies always ripest:
Eden’s a place without men,
filled just with children, dogs and puppies.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, September 30, 2001