Boris Pasternak
- Rupture, by Babette Deutsch
(The piano, aquiver, will lick the foam from its lips...)
Boris Pasternak (español)
- La ruptura, César Astor
(Oh, ángel mentiroso, enseguida, enseguida...)
«May be, in my previous a-being, / I’ve cut the throats of my Mom and Dad, / If in this one — Lord of all the living! — / I have been doomed to suffering like that. If I call for dogs of mine, aloud, / Or just try my own horse to see, / Not obeying all my signs and shouts, / The...»
«In my night-time fever / I see you, O / Winged Victory of Samothrace, / reaching out your arms. First night-silence runs / from you, then your blind / inexorable driving flight / brings giddiness, whirling sick. Your crazy-bright eyes / laugh, and blaze, / and our shadows run behin...»
«Lázálmaimban forgolódva / Te állsz elébem újra s újra — / Niké szamothrakéi szobra, / Széttárt kezed elõre nyújtva. Az éji csendet felriasztva, / Hogy fejem is megszédül tõle, / Szárnyas, vak, visszatarthatatlan / Akaratoddal törsz elõre. Eszelõs-fénylõ s...»
«At my window pane / A somber birch tree / Is newly adorned / By the frost’s whimsy. It’s like bunches of grapes / That hang from branch tips — / And the mournful shapes / Are a joy to contemplate. I watch the daylight spread / To play along the branches; / But when birds alig...»