Fyodor Sologub
- The fun times and wine are forgotten..., by St. Sol
- Wine and joy are completely forgotten..., by Alex Sitnitsky
«She sits on tumulus Savoor, and stares, / Old woman Death, upon the crowded road. / Like a blue flame the small flax-flower flares / Thick through the meadows sowed. And says old woman Death: "Hey, traveler! / Does any one want linen, linen fit / For funeral wear? A shroud, madam or sir, ...»
«Warmth and light, buzzing bumblebees, wheat ears and grasses, / Azure skies — of high summer the birth… / To his prodigal son will the Lord say: "Confess, pray — / Have you known true contentment on earth?" And forgetting all else save the golden and endless / Fields of wheat, the ser...»
«A whip cracks in the wood, and cattle low / And through the underbrush are heard to / Crash heavily. Leaves rustle. Snowdrops show / Their blue heads here and there. A sudden, furtive Wind starts to blow, and ashen clouds are swept / Across the skies, a cool, fresh rain presaging… / The...»
«Addis Ababa, city of roses. / Near the bank of transparent streams, / No earthly devas brought you here, / A diamond, amidst gloomy gorges. Armidin garden … There a pilgrim / Keeps his oath of obscure love / (Mind, we all bow before him), / And the roses cloy, the roses red. There, ...»