Anna Akhmatova
- To Londoners, by Don Mager
(And made war with the heavens. Apocalypse...) - To the Londoners, by Yevgeny Bonver
(The twenty-fourth drama of Shakespeare...)
«The gold stars are sleeping, / The mirror-pond trembles, / The dawn light comes creeping / And heaven's net reddens. The birch-tree smites sleepily, / Her silk locks free-flowing, / Green earrings are rustling. / And silver dew glowing. Tall nettles by the fencing / Their bright pear...»
«La vita e' una menzogna con l'ansieta' incantevole, / Lei e' cosi' forte perche' / Con la sua mano ruvida / Scrive le scritture fatale. Quando chiudo gli occhi / Dico sempre: "Quando si aggita il cuore / La vita sia una menzogna ma anche lei a volte / Adorna la bugia con la gioia." Vol...»
«Bells ring, moaning, re-intoning. / Tolling sighs, extolling dreams. / Hills are high and overgrown in / Green; with green each sloping gleams. / Walls have a fresh white exterior: / Orders from Mother Superior! / And the sexton’s daughter waits — / Crying at the convent’s gate. ...»
«Let your Mind’s fire break through the roaring, / Just concentrate, forget the past / And try to grasp that a new era / Has come; you’re now the least, the last. And all you knew, all you discovered / In your books’ jungles, your dream’s shout / Lies as a trace that’s hardly not...»