Этих снежинок смесь. Этого снега прах. Как запоздалая...

Of these snowflakes
mixture.
Of this snow
dust.
Like an afterthought
summer
riot
herbs.
These snowflakes
reality,
ghostly
wing.
Of white nothingness
plural...
Of this snow
disposition.
Of this snow
pain:
in the sky
having disassembled yourself
stand on the ground
yourself.
Of this snow
term.
Of this snow
a circle.
Strange haze of the roads
not suddenly understood.
Learned
by heart,
started from scratch,
this snow
sadness.
Of this snow
call.
In slow succession
falling from darkness
into a thirsty palm
touch
winter.

Robert Rozhdestvensky.