In this world where our person plays an unclear role
you and I shall grow old like the old king in the tale;
our life is burning down, the glimmer of patience
in protected places; inevitable fate
encountered in silence.
One day ropes of silver will overshadow your temples and then
I will tear up those notebooks and abandon my poems;
let my soul be lapping as it were a lake
at the underground gates, where purple foliage
clear of the surface shakes.

Artwork
Folliage 2019
29cm x 38cm
pen, pencil on watercolour paper with some PS colouring
Zafer Aracagök @zapharz

Poem
The Tale
Translated by Peter Levi and Robin Milner-Gulland
Nikolai Zabolotsky

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