Memory has veiled
much evil;
her long lies leave nothing
to believe.
There may be no cities
or green gardens;
only fields of ice
and salty oceans.
The world may be pure snow,
a starry road;
just northern forest
in the mind of God.
by Варлам Тихонович Шаламов (Varlam Tikhonovich Shalamov)
(1952?)
translated by Robert Chandler