Vladimir Levchev
Photo: suneko
The sun is dark yellow.
The willow leaves
are mirrors ringing
above the illuminated waters.
The sun is swelling
and reddening low down in the west.
It becomes a space-ship.
Millions of sparrows
disembark.
They shout at me
that the whole planet is in danger
and I am to blame.
Translated by Alicia Suskin Ostriker and Vladimir Levchev
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