Anna Akhmatova
- The earthly glory is like smoke..., by Andrey Kneller
Anna Achmatowa (deutsch)
- Nur Rauch ist Ruhm auf Erden hier..., Eric Boerner
«The street collapsed, as a syphilitic’s nose. / The river — drivelling voluptuousness. / Casting off their garments until the last leaf, / the gardens lay obscenely spread in June. I went to the square, / put on a burnt quarter / on my head, as a red-headed wig. / The people are afr...»
«This evening was to decide — / should we become lovers? — / it’s dark, / no one to see us. / I bent forward truly, / and truly / I, / bending forward, / said to her, / as a kind parent: / “The precipice of desire is steep — / be so kind, / step away. / Step away, ...»
«We went out of the stuffy room / Outside, the air languorous and sweet; / The lilac siblings of an indifferent family / Were staring from the balcony. The piping of sea reeds / And rubies, tossed about the splashes… / We strolled aimlessly for a long while / In between rocks on the lo...»
«Houses, bewitched by the morning; / The lack of people puts a spell on me, / And freshness lulls me. / In the sky — the wings of a frosty day. Lonely people pass by, / But all is quiet, as if they are not there, / No one, as if there is no one... / In the heights — a pale rose-color...»