This entire evening I will,
While suffocating on cigarette smoke,
Be tortured by thoughts of certain people,
Who perished very young,
Who either at sunrise or in the night,
Suddenly and inappropriately,
Died. Leaving unsteady verses unfinished,
Love unfulfilled,
Stories untold,
Endeavors undoneā¦
1939
-Boris Smolensky (Translated by Andrew Glikin-Gusinsky)
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