Anna Akhmatova
- To An Artist, by Donald Michael Thomas
- To an artist, by John Woodsworth
«Children — are staring of eyes so frightful, / Mischievous legs on a wooden floor, / Children — is sun in the gloomy motives, / Hypotheses' of happy sciences world. Eternal disorder in the ring's gold, / Tender word's whispers in semi-sleep, / On the wall in a cozy child's room, the ...»
«To Katherine Pavlovna Peshkova Mother has painted the coffin brightly. / The tiny one sleeps in Sunday attire. / Onto the forehead no longer is falling / The light-brown hair; A round comb no longer is pressing, / Having seen so little, of the child's head; / Only of joy knew / The hea...»
«L. A. T. ON THE GROUND "Hid in the corner, you look so stubborn, / We wait for long. Say, you agree?" / "Ah, I don't know. Leave me, mother! / Leave me. It's all the same to me!" IN THE GROUND "Is not the breath of a tired chest heavy? / In tight grave it's always dark, you see?" / "Ah...»