Я не то чтобы тоскую... Возьму в руки...

I'm not really longing ...
Pick up a pencil ...
As I can, I will draw
modest, unpretentious landscape:
rain flying from below to the sky
the sun's bright black light
on bloody hot snow
your transparent silhouette.
From the moon in a stream of lace
a blue motive is pouring
and bottomless bold horror
looking into white negativity.
And there is rain flying in the sky
mourning and bitter light
huge shadow in the snow
from what is not.

E. Ryazanov