Aleksandr Blok

Grass was pushing through earth by the graves, we�ve forgot.
We�ve forgot yesterday� We�ve forgot every word�
Only silence around us sings�

Whether You�re not alive? Whether You�re not a flash
Due this death of them gone, of them burned to the ash�s?
Whether your own heart is not spring?

Only here to breath by these graves and these stones,
Where composed I once those beautiful songs
Of the meeting that�s waiting for us�

Where at first into my waxen-colorless face
You had breathed with fresh air of the distant life�s grace,
Pushing through as the graveyard�s green grass�

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, March, 2002