Anna Akhmatova
- Ah! Here you come again..., by Andrey Kneller
- Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house..., by Ilya Shambat
«My light tread / — A sign of clear conscience — / My light tread, / My ringing song — / / God placed me alone / In the midst of the great world. / — You are not a woman but a bird, / Therefore — fly and sing.»
«These are ashes of treasures, / Of pain and loss. / Faced with such ashes, / Granite turns to dust. A dove, naked and taintless, / Alive, yet matchless. / These are Solomon’s ashes / Above the great vanity. The menacing chalk mark / Of the dawnless age. / God’s at my doorstep /...»
«A soldier — into a trench, / A head of hair — into grayness, / Sky! I blend with you, sea-like. / On every syllable / As at a secret look, / I turn, / I preen. A Scythian — into a skirmish, / A whip — into a wild dance. / Sea! I brave into you, sky-like. / In every poem / ...»
«From the mind’s dreams, from the bile’s rage, / Goddess of Faithfulness, keep your slave. With cast-iron hoops bind tight her breast, / Goddess of Faithfulness, be her nest. Remove from the shrub all flowers and pips, / Make her mouth numb, then seal her lips. As safe as bone encased ...»