Alexander Blok
- The Commander`s Footsteps, by A. Wachtel, I. Kutik and M. Denner
(A thick, heavy curtain at the door...)
Aleksandr Blok (nederlands)
- De voetstappen van de commandeur, Werkgroep Slavistiek Leiden
(Zware, ondoordringbare gordijnen...)
«The Christmas trees are shining / With tinsel gold in the forests, / The toy wolves are gazing / With scary eyes in the bushes. O my prophetic sorrow, / O my silent freedom, / And the ever-laughing crystal / Of the lifeless heavenly vault!»
«More sluggish the snowy hive, / clearer the window’s crystal, / on a chair, a turquoise veil, / thrown there, carelessly, lies. A tissue, self-intoxicated, / as if it never felt winter’s / touch, experiencing summer’s, / by its own delicacy, caressed: and, if in icy diamonds / ...»
«Am I dreaming, or really and truly / It was I, who in bed so unruly, / Laughed so loud for the first time one night / Not aware I was only a mite? The days were too brief in duration, / And the longest seemed always too short — / My plans would be doomed to frustration, / Games unfini...»
«Eternity knows neither kith nor kin. / The pangs of birth and death she's never known, / While Time, her younger sister, unlike her / Has countless sons and daughters of her own. The centuries bring forth new life — and pass. / Each day, each year, each hour brings fruit untried; / Whil...»