Robert Rozhdestvensky. (№ 399111)

This life strip
and maybe some higher plan
Other
I distinguish voices
and his own voice
do not hear.
And yet he as close relatives,
the only
who warms you in the cold.
To death he will be
inside of me.
And then
will not break out.



Explanation of the quote:

Published in:
The stanzas of the century. Anthology of Russian poetry.
Comp. E. Evtushenko.
Minsk, Moscow: Polyfact, 1995.