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...