Silvia Levenson
It's Raining Knives
1996-2004, cast glass, artificial grass, nylon line.

Probably much still remains
To be celebrated by my voice:
That which, wordless, rubles around,
Or in darkness grinds stone underground,
Or makes its way through smoke.
I haven’t yet closed my accounts
With flame and wind and water…
Because of that, my drowsiness
Suddenly flings wide such gates to me
And leads beyond the morning star.

1942
Tashkent
Anna Akhmátova