Anna Akhmatova
- Three times she tortured me like this..., by Andrey Kneller
Anna Ahmatova (română)
- De trei ori venii să te întreb..., Leo Butnaru
«Not long we basked in the illusion / Of love, of hope, of quiet fame; / Like morning mists, a dream's delusion, / Youth's pastimes vanished as they came. / But still, with strong desires burning, / Beneath oppression's fateful hand, / The summons of the fatherland / We are impatiently ...»
«From Aesculapius escaping, / I'm lean and shaven, but alive; / His cruel paw no more torments me, / And there is hope that I may thrive. / Now health, the light friend of Priapus, / And sleep, are entering my door, / And in my plain and crowded corner / Repose becomes my guest once mor...»
«I love the festive board / Where joy's the one presiding, / And freedom, my adored, / The banquet's course is guiding. / When "Drink!" half-drowns the song / That only morning throttles, / When wide-flung is the throng, / And close the jostling bottles.»
«Below the dawn-flushed sky, where the green billow lies / Caressing Tauris' flank, I saw a Nereid rise. / Breathless for joy I lay, hid in the olive trees, / And watched the demi-goddess riding the rosy seas. / The waters lapped about her swan-white breast and young, / As from her long sof...»