V. VOLTMAN SPASSKAYA
And the cupola gleamed as before,
Like morning, big-bellied covers.
Every ray of the sun fingered with bright
light;
The spire sparkles and the cupola glitters
And even amidst evening mist
Their outlines are clear and bright.
One before the other spire and cupola
Are proud! and the
puffed-up covers.
And still the pendulum swings
Remaining undamaged on that
wall.
No, our time doesn’t come to an end–
Indeed, still the pendulum swings;
In shops and editorial offices,
For me ticks in spite of war;
Even here–fully it swings
On the undamaged wall.
–Translated from Russian by G. K. G. Joshi.