"...to Ceylon's leaden sky
will come the high anticyclone..."
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Zafer Senocak
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translated from the Russian by J. Kates
From Horace
Check it out, my friend: not the whole year round
The day will dawn—be sure of it—
Soon enough even to Ceylon's leaden sky
But for now, friend, amid myrtle foliage
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does ice close up the rolling Yangtse—
nor eternally do the blizzards howl
like wolves over Cyprus.
when those folk dances of magnetic fire,
suspended by the polar night
over Zambezi will disappear.
will come the high anticyclone,
and over the radio you and I
will rejoice for our kin.
don't let your spirit overdose
on compassion, don't poison with anxiety
the limpid pools of paradise.
Translator's Bio Note
J. Kates is a poet and literary translator
who lives in Fitzwilliam, New Hampshire.