You’re So Far Away


You’re so far away
that the tarred keels
can’t reach you
and my shoulders
and oars
are worn out
from hard work.

The fish that has followed the rudder
in its random wanderings
will simply return home.

Only a star remains, in a thorny
far-off constellation.
But my compass and the helmsman
who couldn’t endure the voyage
have abandoned me.

You’re so far away
that the prison of this world is irrelevant.
No one cares
that tarred keels are filled with deep knowledge
or what these shoulders are carrying.


translated from the Russian by Andrew Wachtel