Anna Akhmatova

• A Ride, by A. S. Kline
  My feather brushed the carriage roof. / I was gazing into his eyes. / The pain, in my heart, I failed to know, / Caused by my own sighs. The ev...
• A Ride, by Donald Michael Thomas
  My feather was brushing the top of the carriage / And I was looking into his eyes. / There was a pining in my heart / I could not recognise. / ...
• Outing, by Andrey Kneller
  The feather grazed the carriage roof. / I looked into his eyes. / The heart was aching, yet aloof / As to the reason why. The windless sky had ...