A Polar Explorer

All the huskies are eaten. There is no space
left in the diary, And the beads of quick 
words scatter over his spouse's sepia-shaded face
adding the date in question like a mole to her lovely cheek.
Next, the snapshot of his sister. He doesn't spare his kin:
what's been reached is the highest possible latitude!
And, like the silk stocking of a burlesque half-nude
queen, it climbs up his thigh: gangrene.

1977, translated by the author.

Original Russian version


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