Alexander Pushkin

• To Vyazemsky, by Alan Myers
  It seems the sea, that scourge of ages, / contrives your genius to inspire? / You laud upon your golden lyre / old Neptune’s trident as he rages...

in portuguese

Alexandre Pushkin (português)

• Para Viázemski, Boris Schnaiderman, Nelson Ascher
  O mar, terror antigo, inflama / num tempo infame a tua mente? / Louvas com lira de ouro a fama / do atroz Netuno e seu tridente. Desiste: o deu...