B.Akhmadulina, Lunatics - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Bella Akhmadulina

A moon is raising up, she takes a vengeance
On arrogance of her remote state.
Unconsciously lunatics stretch their pale hands
And follow her, taking their doomed way.

And by the wings of wild consciousness,
Got tired by the weight of light of day,
They are flying forward, the transparent creatures,
And listening to moonlight's glow rays.

So, twinkling in a cold manner,
And stingy, with no promising instead,
The far-cold art is such attracting
For me, demanding a full consent.

And can I overtake its torments?
Or fascination of its signs as well?
Can I sculpt from the moonlight ever
The heavy such and palpable object?