Anna Akhmatova
- Evening, by A. S. Kline
In the garden strains of music, /
Full of inexpressible sadness. /
Scent of the sea, pungent, fresh, /
On an ice bed, a dish of oysters.
He sai...
- Evening, by Lenore Mayhew
In the garden there were snatches of music /
Wordless, melancholy. /
The sharp fresh odors of the sea /
Rose from oysters on cracked ice.
He sa...
- Evening, by Irina Zheleznova
Grief inexpressible was in /
The strings’ untiring twang and chatter. /
Fresh oysters, waiting on a platter, /
Smelled pungently of salt and bri...
- In the Evening, by Richard McKane
There was such inexpressible sorrow /
in the music in the garden. /
The dish of oysters on ice /
smelt fresh and sharp of the sea.
He said to m...
- In The Evening, by Abigail Rappoport
The music clamoured in the garden /
With such inexpressible sorrow. /
Freshly and sharply with the scent of sea /
Smelled the oysters on ice.
H...
- In the Evening, by Judith Hemschemeyer
The music rang out in the garden /
With such inexpressible grief. /
Oysters in ice on the plate /
Smelled fresh and sharp, of the sea.
He told ...
- In the evening, by Daniel Weissbort
Outside, the music is steeped /
In such ineffable sadness. /
The ice-packed oysters on the dish /
Have the sharp, fresh tang of sea.
He said to...
- In the evening, by Andrey Kneller
With sadness words cannot describe, /
Out in the garden, music played. /
The frozen oysters on the plate /
Smelled pungently of sea and brine.
...
- In the Evening, by Rupert Moreton
In garden rang out music’s sound, /
Untellable its grieving motion. /
The fresh astringent waft of ocean /
On icy plate of oysters found.
He sa...
- In the Evening, by Yevgeny Bonver
The garden's music ranged to me /
With dole that's beyond expression. /
The frozen oysters smelled with freshness /
And sharpness of the norther...
- In the Evening, by Adrienne Rich
On the terrace, violins played /
the most heartbreaking songs. /
A sharp, fresh smell of the sea /
came from oysters on a dish of ice.
He said:...
in swedish Anna Achmatova (svenska)
- Musiken gled genom parken..., Bengt Jangfeldt, Björn Julén
Musiken gled genom parken /
med toner av vemod och sorg. /
Och doften av hav från faten /
steg frisk från ostron på is.
Han sade: "Jag är dig t...