#5
(its reflectings)
A golden river sweeps along the base
of that cupola: the gold convexity, the flame.
But I more wonder what this church is like,
faintly warping on the slow, grey water—
Whose bells must seem a lapping on the ears
that pull one, slightly, just before they toll.
Diaana Afanaseva is a poet born in Yakutsk and raised in Brooklyn. She is pursuing postdoctoral studies at NYU and works as a translator and editor. Her poetry and translations have been featured widely in anthologies and journals such as The Art of Poetry, BOMB, The Nation, and others.