When writing poetry in not one's mother tongue,
A poet enters lands with many questions -
In the domain where one does not belong,
With words created by another nation.
It is a strange and difficult pursuit,
Like being forever a blind-folded painter,
Or a deaf composer at a concert pit,
Creating music that he cannot enter.
But our ancient stormy continent
Gives common roots to very many nations -
Whatever conflicts happen, at the end,
We are the same, despite all wars and tensions.
And I attempt to sing between the tongues
To bring across the flare of Russian songs.
08.09.2016
When writing poetry in not one s mother tongue
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