Anna Akhmatova
- The pillow’s just as hot..., by Robert Chandler
- Two poems, by Boris Ratnikov
(The pillow is already hot From both of the sides...) - Two poems, by Andrey Kneller
(The pillow is already hot On both its sides...)
«No awards, no forefathers, / Not a falcon clear. / She goes and is torn away — / She is so far! Underneath tan eyelids / A golden-winged flame. / Forgotten once she took it / With a windswept arm. An un-picked-up skirt, / A rag that went bare. / I'm not kind, not mean / But lik...»
«Without self-control / With complete meekness. / Light and soft is / Air over abyss. Growing at once, / Like lightning — in time, / As if by order / There will be a blossom. Answering stars, / With a snake hair... / Himself defenseless — / Not a flame-bearer! He to me? I to...»
«Thus swam the head and lyre down / To the receding far-off place. / And lips repeated: pity, pity, / And the lyre enounced: "Peace" Bloody-silver, silver-and-bloody / And double trace she did then pour, / My tender brother, my dear sister / Along the paralyzed Gebr. At times, the movem...»
«I have erected a monument to myself / Not built by hands; the track of it, though trodden / By the people, shall not become overgrown, / And it stands higher than Alexander’s column. I shall not wholly die. In my sacred lyre / My soul shall outlive my dust and escape corruption — / An...»