Алёна Емелина. Смерть одинока
Оригинал: http://stihi.ru/2010/09/27/318
Alyona Yemelina
THE DEATH IS LONELY
The Death is lonely.
A yellow titmouse
which flew into a stairway
window, by chance,
lies now in the dust,
between the stairs.
The flat is empty.
Scattered sheets of paper,
notes of memory
of the bonds that passed,
of dates and names,
keepers of love,
spared by the shadow of death.
Everything is trash:
piles of books and papers,
read long ago,
long forgotten,
and the best wishes
on the postcards.
Not garments,
but a pile of rags
for the lost bodies
On the shelves –
jars, empty boxes,
medications
for the prolongation...
C'mon.
All has decayed
and life is gone.
On its retreat
all flowers have dried,
and eyes have faded
on family photos.
And slowly,
out of the darkness,
enters the Death,
and powders with ashes
the memories of hussle.
The Death is lonely.
Ash and dust.
Abandoned rooms.
Some black tombstone.
A heap of flowers.
In the heart
a bell has tolled
a somber tone.
(from Russian)