Nina Gorsky

Time! I did stride with you as equal one.
I was with you your cruel tempest middle,
With you I counted in silence, full of harm,
Whom death considered as her legal people.

Just from a flame – and into battle again,
From battle – with all – again, into a fire…
Then why can’t you forgive me, Time, that I am
Not always rushing at your merry vein.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, May, 2001