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Guests of Eternity

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Series Editor's Note
Translator's Preface by Richard McKane
Introduction by Sasha Dugda;e

Part I: Poems of the 60s ' 70s
I have only one picture
Don't scare off...
The wind bends the trees
The day is so fragile
In the clear midday
Everything happened
Teach me simplicity
O mixed grasses
There where...
Do these days
It seemed all was marked
Anonymous days
I write...
Our life is sewn...
And instead of grace...
Look my darling
Not us, but the air...
Pan is led by passion...
Come here
Tormented by a concept
The autumn wind...
Where to run?
Get up, Yasha...
That tempo again...

Part II: Poems of the 80s
Between the cloud and the pit
Ritenuto...
I have good news
An unprecedented event
Love to the grave
To go out once from fate
There is a surprising breach
Another flight, more steps
We talk and talk
Someone's hands...
We are guests of eternity
You are thrown into the abyss
'Where are you going?'
Not to make sense in words
First they rounded them up
So, the action takes place...
What do you pay...?
Do you not feel pain...
Forgive me...
According to some secret plan
A word is a tear
Height is gained immediately
A singing clockface
Is it possible to scare mortals?
Eight lines...
The snow sparkled...
From the splendid acacia and lilac bushes
The autumn rains rustle

Part III: Poems of the 90s
The clouds fly across the sky
Memoirs...
A million orange streaks
Moss and fir cones
Again loss and abandonment
It's easy to go away
I write poems...
Again the fateful minutes
In this province of mourning...
We live our life...
You got hooked
The whip and the honeycake
The roar of the machine...
They waited for light...
Let's fill in the form
Where are you from?
My life is curiouser and curiouser
It was on the very last day
Heavy days...
It's not worth living...
What is there overhead
English Lesson
They were singing...
I'm on about my own stuff...
The heavens are playing...
Almighty, do not have mercy.

Biographical notes.