Dance of Salome

The pace Sigiriyi
Beats on the swarthy shoulders
black butterflies flock.
White snake fog
trace sweep…
She goes captive rhythm
that it is impossible to overtake,
with anguish in a silver heart,
with a dagger in a sheath of silver.
Where are you talking about, sigiriyya,
the agony of body singing?
What bequeathed moon
sadness oleanders and chalk?
Garcia Lorca (trans. A. Geleskul)

Exhibited at the museums and galleries of St. Petersburg
can print on canvas or paper