
Poem of the week: Selling Watermelons by Andrei Voznesensky, translated by Edwin Morgan
Selling Watermelons Moscow is milling with watermelons. Everything breathes a boundless freedom. And it blows with unbridled fierceness from the breathless melonvendors. Stalls. Din. Girls’ headscarves. They laugh. Change bangs down. Knives — and a choice …