Anna Akhmatova
- I won’t beg for your love..., by A. S. Kline
- It’s not your love I seek tonight..., by Andrey Kneller
- Your love is not what I request..., by Olga Dumer
Anna Achmatova (italiano)
- Non è il tuo amore che domando..., C. Riccio
«Don’t listen to me, no worth to it: the poor / Words I speak; I lie. And if / the heart has conquering knowledge. / I keep it from people. Like children, people are evil and innocent, / Loving, they know how to offend. / They aren’t of mountains — buts valleys… / They need to kn...»
«To return to simplicity — why? / Perhaps I do know why. / But that returning is not for everyone. / Those like me, cannot. Through a nettling shrub I pass, / It is prehensile, I will not break away... / Let me fall, / I will not reach a second simplicity, / There is no going back.»
«Brightly the hooves clatter... / What is it, by the bridge? / All erased, all is forgotten, / In the secret of thoughts, a void... / I only listen to the hooves, / to the din and cries by the bridge. It starts running stoutly, huddling, / The multilegged It. / Entrancing — and borin...»
«I trace the dark with red coal, / With a pointed sting I lick the flesh, / Tightly, tightly, I spin the tourniquet, / Bend and break and knit. With a string I twist, / Tighten and wet, / With a game awaken, / With a needle pierce. And I’m so kind, / If I fall in love — I will dra...»