Anna Akhmatova
- In Dream, by Donald Michael Thomas
- In Dreams, by Graham J. Harrison
- Separation, by John Woodsworth
Anna Achmatova (italiano)
- In sogno, Michele Colucci
«We were together at the time... / The fiddle sang, the night felt giddy... / I knew, back then, that you were — mine, / As hours passed, you grew more pretty... Through quiet brooks and furtive mist / Of female smiles, from the start, / The lips were yearning for a kiss, / The fiddleâ...»
«I neared my bliss. I walked among / The crimson lights of sunset’s dew, / A voice sang, to my heart, the song / Of sunrise that would soon ensue. / Of sunrise, when the evening glow / Just strove to fade, and stars shone bright, / When heaven’s seas began to flow, / While burning p...»
«The evening shades have yet to sink, / But moonlight’s shining in the lake. / The heart, the soul — and everything / Feels superstitious and opaque... This superstition leads to yearning, / And in the mist that glows opaque, / Foreseeing bliss, the heart is burning, / The pale moon ...»
«The city sleeps, wrapped in the haze, / The streetlamps barely glimmer... / And I can see the morning rays / Beyond the Neva, start to shimmer. / This distant and opaque reflection, / This gleam of the awaking blaze / Conceals the nearing resurrection / Of dreary, melancholy days...»