Boris Pasternak
- The Feasts, by Yakov Hornstein
(I drink the bitterness of primroses and autumn skies...)
Boris Pasternak (español)
- Festines, César Astor
(Bebo la amargura de los nardos...)
«How the world changes! And how I change as well! / I am known by one name only, yet / That which is named by me / Is not I alone. We are many. I am a living being. / So that the blood should not freeze in my veins, / I died many times. Oh, how many dead bodies / Have I raised from my own...»
«Again the crystal dreamstruck vessel / Flashed in the darkness of the wood. Past battling trees and quarrelling wolves, / Where insects drink the sap of plants, / Where stems writhe and flowers moan, / Where predatory nature disposes, / I pressed on towards you, halting upon / Your thre...»
«In this birch grove, / Far removed from trouble and pain, / Where the pink, unwavering light / Of morning pulsates in the heavens, / Where a limpid avalanche / Of leaves pours from on high, / Oriole, sing me a desolate song, / The song of my life. Flying above the glade, / Spying pe...»
«Earth-dweller, fifty years of age, / Like all men, both happy and unhappy, / One day I left this world and found / Myself in a silent place. / There, man scarcely existed, the last / Shreds of habit clinging to him, / And he no longer desired anything, / He had no name, no style or tit...»