An Elegy On The Death Of Leo Yankevich
The rivers have not stopped their run,
the sky did not break in half because of great sorrow,
when in December you suddenly left this ephemeral world;
modern generations are too preoccupied
with themselves and their chaotic hollow lives
to cry over great poet's death,
but there is certainty blooming in my soul
that in an obscure and distant future,
a future not within the reach of any mortal hand,
there is sun shining for you and your royal rhymes.
Sleep well, dear friend, and rest assured
that you are greatly missed here.
Wednesday, March 31, 2021