In such an inexplicable blue,
Upon the stonework to embark,
The little ship of glowing hue
Appears in Alexander Park.
The little lamp, a yellow rose,
Arising — ready to retreat —
Above the people it adores;
Near strangers’ feet.
In such an inexplicable blue
The drunkards’ hive,
the loonies’ team.
A tourist takes a snapshot to
Have left the town and keep no dream.
On the Ordynka street you find
A taxicab with fevered gnomes,
And dead ancestors stand behind
And lean on domes.
A poet strolls across the town
In such an inexplicable blue.
A doorman watches him looking down
And down the street and catches the flu.
An old and handsome cavalier
Moves down a lane not worth a view,
And wedding-party guests appear
In such an inexplicable blue.
Behind the river, in the haar,
As a collection of the blues —
The yellow walls reflecting far
The hopeless accent of the Jews.
You move to Sunday, to despair
(From love), to the New Year,
and there Appears a girl you cannot woo —
Never explaining why she’s blue.
Then in the night the town is lost;
A train is clad in silver plush.
The pallid puff, the draught of frost
Will sheathe your face until you blush.
The honeycomb of windows fits
The smell of halva and of zest,
While Christmas Eve is carrying
its Mince pies abreast.
Watch your New Year come in a blue Seawave
across the town terrain
In such an inexplicable blue,
As if your life can start again,
As if there can be bread and light
— A lucky day — and something’s left,
As if your life can sway aright,
Once swayed aleft.