Anna Akhmatova
- I heard a voice, within me, call..., by Daniel Weissbort
- I heard a voice. It bade consolement..., by Alexander Givental and Elysee Wilson-Egolf
- I heard the voice..., by Gladys Evans
«The rude are destined for joy; / The tender are destined for sadness. / I pity nothing; / I pity no one. I pity myself a bit; / I pity stray dogs. / This path has led me straight / To a tavern. Why are you yelling, you devils? / Am I not my country’s son? / Everyone here has pawn...»
«Even now, little by little, we are departing / For that land of silence and grace. / Pretty soon I too may have to pack / My measly belongings. My dear birch thickets! / Earth! And you, sands of plains! / Faced with the throng of departing / I cannot hide my anguish. I care too much fo...»
«One dawn calls out to another, / Smoke blows over smooth wheat… / I’m thinking of you, my dear, / My senile mother. Walking up the hill, like you used to, / Clutching your crutch in hand, / You look at the stump of the moon / That drifts down the somnolent river. And I know you’r...»
«I’m walking through the valley. A cap on my head, / A dark-skinned hand in a suede glove. / In the distance, the pink steppes are glowing, / The calm blue river stretches far and wide. I’m a carefree fellow. I don’t need anything. / I just want to listen to songs, sing along in my hea...»