Nina Gorsky

Oh, if there weren’t deceiving any more
And darkness weren’t pretend to be a white! – 
The sacred dream lives in the depth of heart,
In every line, it flutters and implores.

My voice was not as loud as a brass… 
Maybe, you, men, don’t understand me now?
The time will come – and tired of your fuss,
You’ll start to make with quiet words your vow. 


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, May, 2001