Елена Гудкова - Воскресенье
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There will be Domingo
And here it's Sunday
As if made of zinc
The autumn sky
There it will be warm
Here it's damp and cold
And people in coats
On the city streets
There will be a siesta
And here a flood
The bride will cry
Over the ashes of a moment
There will be fate
Here its disarray
Of thin ice
Is my tranquility
There will be hope
And here non-interference
Rainy tenderness
Against a backdrop of betrayal
There will be fire
Of forgetful flesh
Here a quiet pain
Of a soul at its end
There will be Lafite
Of Spanish paradise
And here a manuscript
Of a bygone May
There will be dawn
Here the fall from grace
There is nothing sadder
Than this poem