V. Stolbov

Tired traveler, your endless road 
Is a trace behind your back, in all.
There is not before you any road,
You beat it on the young virgin soil.
You beat it on the young virgin ground,
Draw a path after you in a strain.
Only look back the one you’d spread out!
You will step on it never again.
In a sea, no paths can be found,
Just a foam trace after a stern.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 2002