Anna Akhmatova
- A grey cloud, in the sky overhead..., by A. S. Kline
- High in the sky, the cloud grew grayer..., by Andrey Kneller
«Black cross on the Italian’s bosom, / With no chasing, or pattern, or gloss on, / By poor family handed down, / Heirloom worn by the only son. Young and carefree native of Napoli, / Why come here to die so unhappily? / What strange restlessness drove you away / From the shores of that...»
«To Iosif Utkin* Fresh oats he’ll feed / To the horses on top the Bolshoi**, / Four spirited steeds / Strong and fast1 as a river in spate. / We’ve caught up with that woman... / Are you called Cleopatra? My joy, / Come to me, come, / I’m waiting for you at the gate. I shall sho...»
«I've bad a name ever since birth, / Cherished my own opinion... / Believe me, friends, I’m most averse / To pass into oblivion. It’s not that, when my body’s old, / I'll grudge the good earth having it. / My great love is inspiring life / In things that are inanimate. The river b...»
«To Rodam Amirejibi** I am taking you, Suliko, / Down the paths of memory’s maze / In the charmed land of long-ago / Where I lived in my youthful days. It was such a long time ago... / The Ukraine... How the sun then shone! / Through the wild steppe gallopped Makhno*** / Pointing stra...»