Sergey Sokolov

A rain – the youngest in the world – 
Just vanished with a turn of roads.
It seemed to me: you gently trot
On pavement like on music notes.

I waited you first time, by you
To you forever dedicated,
Just like this lovely alley, blue,
That’s by the moon (not stones) sated.

The world around was in pools,
Left by the rain, so short and little,
Like answer, turned against the rules,
Under an easy children’s riddle.

Because there twinkled joy in world,
Transfixed into the robin’s silence.
Because all was there in concord,
And there wasn’t more the warfare’s violence.

Again the stubborn pigeon fled
From native flock to nets, discovered.
And then, I didn’t know, yet,
That there is no a single beloved.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, August, 2001