Anna Akhmatova
- And no-one came to meet me..., by A. S. Kline
- By the staircase, outside..., by Andrey Kneller
- Nobody came to meet me..., by Donald Michael Thomas
«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...»
«Azure space is aflame up above, / I've forgotten my home destination... / For the first time I'm singing of love, / For the first time I give up contention. / / I was all like a desolate grove / Loving women and heavily drinking. / I don"t drink any more and don't love / Like I did...»