Anna Akhmatova
- My voice is weak but not my will..., by A. S. Kline
- My voice is weak, but will does not get weaker..., by Ilya Shambat
- My voice is weak, but will will never weaken..., by Andrey Kneller
«Farewell, my dear friend, farewell, / Within my heart you’ll stay, / And as we part, I can foretell / That we shall meet some day. Without a hand or a word, good-bye, / Don’t mourn for me or grieve — / For it’s not new for us to die, / Not newer still, to live.»
«I'm glad that your obsession isn't me, / I'm glad that it's not you that haunts me so, / That never underneath our feet will flee / The solid ground of the earthly globe. I'm glad that I can joke with you and tease — / That I can be myself--without games, / That at the slightest to...»
«Frost and the sun; a splendid morning! / My dear friend, you still lie dormant, — / It's time, my beauty, rise in cheer: / Ope your eyelids lulled by night / To the splendor of the northern lights / And like the northern star appear! Recall the night, the storm was raging, / The...»
«I sit in a dungeon with a downcast face / And see a young eagle in captivity raised, / While flapping his wing, my companion in woe / Is tearing his meal by my window alone. He pecks for a while and then glances inside, / As if we have both the same thing in mind, / With a longing ex...»