Fyodor Tyutchev
- A Spring Storm, by Frank Jude
- I love spring storms - the rain, the lightning..., by Ilya Shambat
«"I am air and fire..." / – Shakespeare She has kissed lips already grown inhuman, / On her knees she has wept already before Augustus... / And her servants have betrayed her. Under the Roman / Eagle clamour the raucous trumpets, and the dusk has Spread. And enter the last hostage to her ...»
«In the young century’s cool nursery, / In its checkered silence, I was born. / Sweet to me was not the voice of man, / But the wind’s voice was understood by me. / The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, / But I loved the silver willow best of all. / And, grateful for my love, it l...»
«He who compared himself to the eye of a horse, / Peers, looks, sees, recognizes, / And instantly puddles shine, ice / Pines away, like a melting of diamonds. Backyards drowse in lilac haze. Branch — / Line platforms, logs, clouds, leaves... / The engine’s whistle, watermelon’s crunc...»
«And you, my friends who have been called away, / I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, / Not as a frozen willow over your memory, / But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. / What names are those! / I slam shut the ...»