Anna Akhmatova
- I pray to the ray from the window-pane..., by A. S. Kline
- I pray to the slender shaft of light..., by Graham J. Harrison
- I’m praying to the window ray..., by Andrey Kneller
«You remember, / Of course you remember it all. / You remember / How I stood by the wall, / How you walked nervously around the room / Throwing sharp words / In my face. / / You said / It was time to part ways, / That you had had enough / Of my manic life, / That it was time ...»
«I’m sick, my friend, / I’m very, very sick. / Can’t put my finger on the origin of this pain. / Either the wind whistles / Over an empty, deserted field, / Or alcohol rains on my brain / Like it's a September grove. / / My head flaps its ears / Like wings of a bird, / No l...»
«From the darkness the years flow out / Rustling noisily like a chamomile field. / There's a dog in my memory now, / She was my friend since I was kid. Now the ardor of youth has turned quiet / Like the maple by my window turned stale, / I remember a girl dressed in white / And a d...»
«1 From the totality / Of excesses, haste, / Machinery and greed / Arose the state. / The state stood for a fortress, sword, / Law and agreement. The state / Became the center / Of ill-managed, widespread evil: / A giant armored stomach, / In which the people function / ...»