«I have learned the science of parting / In bare-headed laments of night. / The oxen graze, the waiting goes on — / The final hour of vigils in town, / And I honor the rituals of cockerel night, / When, bearing the weight of a journey endured, / Tear-stained eyes gazed into the void / ...»
«We shall meet again in Petersburg, / as though we had buried the sun there. / O. Mandelshtam A quarter century has passed abroad / and hope has become a joke. / The radiant starscape above Nice / is permanently my native sky. The stillness of the blissful South, / the murmur of waves, ...»
«We shall meet again in Petersburg / as if we had buried the sun there. / O. Mandelstam After a quarter-century overseas, / to cling to hope is ludicrous at best. / The radiant sky above adoptive Nice / is native sky to one so disposessed. The quiet of a southern paradise — / the rust...»
«They have given you an incomprehensible name. / You are unconscious; / or — more preciously — your name is / potassium cyanide. / G Adamovich How fussy you once were, / My friends! / You didn't drink vodka, didn't like it. / You preferred Côte de Nuits. Our bread now — potassi...»