Anna Akhmatova
- The empty skies with a transparent gloss..., by Andrey Kneller
- Transparent glass of empty sky..., by Ilya Shambat
«From 'Poem of the End' 3 And — the embankment. Still I embrace / The water like a solid thickness. / The gardens of Semiramis, / The hanging ones: your likeness. I hug the water's steely bar, / The colour of corpses, ashen, / Like singers hugging a music score / Or blind men graspin...»
«Herewith, having warned you beforehand / That between us is many miles' space, / That I am one of the riff-raff, / And in life have an honest place: Under the wheels of all excesses, / Host to hunchback and cripple, queer fish... / Herewith I shout from the rooftops, / Declare it — I ...»
«Hereafter, having warned in advance, / That there are miles between us! / That I rank myself one of the rabble, / That my place in the world is honest: Beneath the wheels of all excesses: / A table of monsters, cripples, hunchbacks... / And hereafter, from the roof of a bell tower / I p...»
«From "Sibyl" 3. Sibyl to the Infant: Child, cling / To my breast: / Birth is a falling into days. From the nowhere cliffs beyond the clouds, / My infant, / How low you fell! / You were spirit, you became dust. Cry, o little one, for them and for us: / Birth is a falling into hours!...»