How can you bear to look at the Neva?
How can you bear to cross the bridges?.
Not in vain am I known as the grieving one
Since the time you appeared to me.
The black angels' wings are sharp,
Judgment Day is coming soon,
And raspberry-colored bonfires bloom,
Like roses, in the snow.
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See Gillian Allnutt's 'North' for a contemporary reference to this poem, in which she uses the 'Neva' as a play on the Geordie 'never' and the bridges as a hidden reference in her own poem to Newcastle.