Alexander Blok
- To Muse, by Alec Vagapov
- To the Muse, by A. Wachtel, I. Kutik and M. Denner
Alekszandr Blok (magyar)
- A múzsához, István Baka
«I trace the dark with red coal, / With a pointed sting I lick the flesh, / Tightly, tightly, I spin the tourniquet, / Bend and break and knit. With a string I twist, / Tighten and wet, / With a game awaken, / With a needle pierce. And I’m so kind, / If I fall in love — I will dra...»
«There is this hard, / This shameful. / Almost impossible — / Hard: It is to lift the eyelashes / And look into the face of a mother, / Whose son was killed. / But one shouldn’t talk about that.»
«Smiling nervously but brightly, / conscious of her youth and fame, / she set the way that she was asked to / indifferently — or playing games. Under heaven's dome's eternal childhood / April nineteen hundred twelve / has promised her in Ospedaletti / only prosperity and s...»
«Marina, how I love to know that / like everyone else, like me – / who cannot speak now through my frozen throat / because to speak of it is like swallowing ice – / to know that you, a creature of light! of snow! / were like the rest of us, given lessons in music. / And there was a wa...»