This poem is taken from Stand 239, 21(3) September - November 2023.

Tatiana Voltskaya Two Poems
Poems translated from Russian by John Farndon

It was, it was, now it’s past;
 Now it’s shattered, smashed like glass.
 Where is the glory, honour’s beat?
 I’m ashamed to sleep, I’m ashamed to eat,
 I’m ashamed to hear the poet’s muse,
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