Julia Neiman

What’s for the world – let us be conscious – 
Whether my life-time’s long or brief?
I’m so ‘heavy’ for his shoulders,
As, thrown by strong wind, a leaf.

But my life, by a blade of grasses,
Will grow, time will come, through soil,
Green in the noise of springy masses,
And fade in noise of a late fall.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, May, 2001