Moonlit Night

We present this work in honor of the poet’s 130th birthday.

Vladimir Mayakovsky
Russian
1893 – 1930

 

The moon is emerging.
It going to be here
soon.
Now, it hangs in the air, full and stark.
That is probably God,
with a divine
silver spoon,
groping in the fish-soup of stars.

Translation by Andrey Kneller

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