Galina Struchalina Poems

Roll down, Long, Long River to the sea,
Call me, Long, Long River where I should be.
Sing me a lullaby
How to live and die.
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The war has come to the town.
Mines are going down, going down.
Town's water line nearby got blown,
And the stream leaks, so muddy and hot,
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Tell me the way to your summer
Tell me the turn in the road:
Crossing the June fields,
Paying the old bills
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Sounds of sadness...
Misses and fallings, and tolls
Under my fingers.
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Take them. In memory, please, take
The wind and holy frost
That grind a Christmas star and make
Pure brilliance for the lost.
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The translation of the last poem by Russian poet of the 18th century Gavrila Derzhavin

The stream of time in rapid during
All people's doings whirls away
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provoking smell of mignonette and fishpond
does nоt accept half-lights and regulations...
all that is she, the girl, whose little fingers
keep scratches of a cat and canker-rose...
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