The Tragedy of Bumblebees

Like the tragedy of bumblebees, like the search for chafers,

the sun flies around the sky’s backwoods,

singing and crying as if a flock of birds

with their wings looking for honey of water.


O, sun-globe, where are you going?

to which lake of honey and silence you

fly to? Have you heard about the lakes?

Lakes that lie under the ice.


Under heavy ice lie all lakes and all bushes,

and your deranged wings will burn forever.

translated by Olga Gerasymiv

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