Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

Aleksandr Kushner

The nightlight was burning, quiet reigned, The clock did not hurry my guests, And for the first time death was not frightening. All of them were there, they’d made a home of it, They had filled it up with themselves, Its houses, flats, hallways, suites; There too I will not be a stranger, There too will be loved and made welcome.