They’ve cut a hole in the deep
dence blue of the ice:
a breathing space for big fish and little,
water for bringers of buckets,
a way out for a weary traveller
if she and life turn out after all
to be travelling different roads
and she has nowhere to go.
by София Яковлевна Парнок (Sophia Yakovlena Parnok) (1931)
translated by Robert Chandler
Rambling At The Bridge Head 