Placed in an armchair my cat Philip and me
In a casual dressing gown.
And the Earth on the branch of the Galaxy
Is like a ball moving up and down.
It's raining verses and curses from outside...
What a sight it really is!
And maddening drops in the dead of night
Feel the pulse of loneliness...
Translated from Russian by Larisa Ladyka
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
with a poetic touch in translation