Anna Akhmatova
- A grey cloud, in the sky overhead..., by A. S. Kline
A grey cloud, in the sky overhead, /
Like a squirrel skin uncurled. /
"I’m not sorry your body", he said, /
"Will melt in March, frail snow-girl...
- A tiny cloud, high in the sky..., by Seraphina Powell
A tiny cloud, high in the sky, /
stretched thin and gray /
as a squirrel-pelt pinned to the tanning board, /
seemed to say to me, “Snow Maiden, ...
- A tiny cloud, high in the sky..., by Seraphina Powell
A tiny cloud, high in the sky, /
stretched thin and gray /
as a squirrel-pelt pinned to the tanning board, /
seemed to say to me, “Snow Maiden, ...
- High in the sky, the cloud grew grayer..., by Andrey Kneller
High in the sky, the cloud grew grayer, /
Like a stretched out squirrel pelt. /
"I don’t care," he said, "Snow Maiden, /
That in March your fram...
- The cloud up in the wintry sky was furry..., by Irina Zheleznova
The cloud up in the wintry sky was furry, /
A squirrel skin, pale grey, a trifle faded. /
He said: “You know, I’m not the least bit sorry /
That...
- The little cloud was up in the sky..., by Henry Iva
The little cloud was up in the sky /
Like a spread out fleece of a grey squirrel. /
He said: "I am not sorry that your body, /
Will melt in Marc...