- translated by Andrey Burago
- russian text: https://kopilkapoetry.org/?p=730
You touch this water, you enter
You tender to it your legs
You lie on your back and savor
The nothing, the blissful blank.
You don’t burn or drown, you lightly
Hover, it seems, in space
Talking to the Almighty
Snug in your Lord’s embrace.
Or rather you grunt and moan
Turning this side up, then that,
Until it comes to you: oh, man,
It’s a hell of a thing, God’s hand!
For some, these days are the darkest
Some bask in the tenderness…
And that is rock bottom, darn it.
You walk to the beach and dress.
Asia Anistratenko
Assia Anistratenko (b. 1975) is an Irkutsk-born poet, editor, and singer-songwriter. She is the author of three books and multiple journal publications. Assia has received many awards for her songs and poetry. After the invasion of Ukraine, she left Moscow and is now living in Israel.
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