Anna Akhmatova
- Evening Room, by A. S. Kline
(I speak those words, today, that come...) - Evening room, by Andrey Kneller
(These words I speak now come to me but once...) - I speak in those words suddenly..., by Donald Michael Thomas
«My song-craft is filled with the trickle of springs, /     And clearer and clearer it rings: / With the passionate whispers of love it is laden, /      With the kisses bestowed by a maiden. The chillness of ice with my song-craft is blending, /      The crystalline w...»
«I am choiceness of Russian, so stately of mien, / The poets before me my heralds have been, / I the first in this tongue subtle byways revealed, / Strains tuneful, and wrathful and wistful I wield.     I, — a rending asunder, /      I, — a sporting of thunder, / Â...»
«I questioned with fetterless breezes, / How with youth to accomplish my days; / I was answered by dallying breezes: / "Be thou airy as breezes, as haze !" I questioned with dominant ocean, / Where life's mighty behest to descry; / I was answered by resonant ocean: / "Be thou ever full-s...»
«When midnight has come on the desolate slough, / Scarce heard are the reeds, so softly they sough. Of what do they whisper and talk to and fro? / For what are the flamelets amongst them aglow? They shimmer, they glimmer, and once more they wane, / Then the wandering light is enkindled again....»