"Pasternak - nature. Mayakovsky..."

Pasternak – nature, Mayakovsky – the street,

Akhmatova made God more tangible,

Brodsky made water reflect time and, indeed,

slowed each to a pace hitherto unimaginable,

statuesque in his crooning monotone.

Now, from each of them, I covertly borrow,

but the verse I write – it’s of you alone –

You’re, alone, enough for the rest to follow.