Anna Akhmatova
- Imitation of I. F. Annensky, by Andrey Kneller
- Imitation of Innokenty Annensky, by A. S. Kline
«The land swallows itself whole / and nuzzles the heavens, / patches up its memory’s holes / with grasses and a man. The grass is under horse’s hoofs, / the soul in a box of bones, / and only the word, the word alone, / looms under the full moon. Like Nineveh, the steppe stretches...»
«And now summer has left / as if it never came at all. / It’s warm still where the sun falls. / But it’s not enough. Whatever I wanted to happen / fell right into my hands / like a five-fingered leaf. / But it’s not enough. The just and unjust / played their necessary part / a...»
«Now Summer is gone / And might never have been. / In the sunshine it’s warm, / But there has to be more. It all came to pass, / All fell into my hands / Like a five-petalled leaf, / But there has to be more. Nothing evil was lost, / Nothing good was in vain, / All ablaze with cle...»
«Ya se fue el verano, / como si no hubiera sido. / Se está bien al sol, / pero no es suficiente. Cuanto pudo cumplirse, / hoja de cinco dedos, / cayó recto a mis manos, / pero no es suficiente. No se desvanecieron, / ni el mal ni el bien, en vano. / Todo ardió luminoso, / pero ...»