Andrei Bely
- Autumn, by Max Thompson
(My fingers slipped out of your hands...)
Андрей Бели (български)
- Есен, Красимир Георгиев
(В твойте длани ръцете ми хлипаха...)
«How can you bear to view the Neva, / How can you bear to cross its bridges?.. / No surprise I’m marked for sadness, / Since that vision of you appeared. / Sharp, the black angels’ wings, / Soon, the judgement day; / And raspberry-coloured bonfires blossom / Like roses, in the snow.»
«Slender are you as a candle. Your eyes are / Swords that pierce mine. No, my sweet, you mistake: / I do not long for a tryst and its wonders — / Just let me burn like a monk at the stake! Your love? Oh, no! — I don't seek it. Nor dare I / Offer unwanted caresses. Apart / From you I st...»
«Sottile sei come cero del tempio, / l’occhio hai trafitto da spade d’amore. / Io non ti chiedo un sol bacio: in silenzio / vorrei deporre sul rogo il mio cuore. Io non ti chiedo una sola carezza: / t’offenderebbe la mia rozza mano. / Ma dal cancello ti guardo in purezza / rose di ...»
«Tips of blue flame are dancing about, / Home expanses are being neglected. / It's the first time that I’m singing love, / For the first time refusing to racket. I was all like a desolate garden, / I was greedy for women and potions. / Now, I don’t want to sing and to dance, / And t...»