After Plodding Year After Year by Georgy Ivanov

After plodding year after year

through towns in an alien land,

we have ground enough to despair –

and despair is where we must end.


For despair is our final refuge –

as if, midwinter, we had come

from Vespers in a nearby church,

through Russian snow, to our home.


by Георгий Владимирович Иванов (Georgii Vladimirovich Ivanov)


by Robert Chandler

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Poetry, theatre, literature, films, reviews and various other matters. Primarily Russian and Welsh subjects.

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