A Poetic Translation from Brodsky

By Anna Polibina-Polansky The Engish Poetic Translation out of Brodsky The Swedish Music To K.Kh. When the snow flips over the sea and the squeaking pine Leaves a trace in the air like a shade of a sleigh, What bluish height can reach the eyes, despite The dark calmness there? Can the voice, be delayed? The world disappears, and the face tarnishes, though late. The conch, so, disperses light, so the silence is of the speed of the sound. A match will suffice, to burn up a oven. ...