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Of life remains a heap of minutes

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of life remains a heap of minutes
written by Oleg Prokofiev
See Poems. From "The Scent of Absence" («Отпечаток отсутствия», 1995). Translated by Richard Shaw.


Shaw:
Прокофьев:

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of life remains a heap of minutes
plump swollen minutes
but the end is unavoidable
they'll blow out the candle
with fear they will condemn you
with neglect they will insult you
more terrifying still – they'll wake you up
and say
you haven't existed
be!


Publ. 2000

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жизни осталась куча минут
объёмистых пухлых минут
однако исход неминуем
свечку задуют
страхом засудят
забвеньем обидят
страшнее – разбудят
и скажут
ты не был
будь


Publ. 1995



© Oleg Prokofiev, poem; Richard Shaw, Translation. Can be reproduced if non-commercial.


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