Igor Severyanin
- A Russian Song, by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky
(Lace and roses in the forest morning shine...) - Russian woman, by Bernard Meares
(The forests grow pink and lacy in the dawn...)
«I know the truth — give up all other truths! / No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle. / Look — it is evening, look, it is nearly night: / what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals? The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew, / the storm of stars in the sky will turn...»
«I The graveyard, wasteland, then the shore, / Where the river shines cool and blue. / You told me: “Get thee to a nunnery or / Find a fool to marry you…” / That’s the sort of thing princes say, I know, / But I’ll never forget this one, – / Like an ermine mantle let your word...»
«1 Brachland staubte rechts vom Friedhof, / Hinter dem ein Fluss blau harrte. / Du sprachst zu mir: "Geh doch ins Kloster / Oder heirat' einen Narren..." / Prinzen plappern doch immer nur solches, / Doch die Worte merkt' ich mir, — / Solln sie noch hundert Jahrhundert in Folge / Als ...»
«It’s dark, despite the moon above. / For many, life may turn out better, — / Inside my soul, the spring of love / Will not replace the stormy weather. / The night’s spread out in the street, / And to my spirit’s muted stare, / That’s soaked in poison, hot and sweet, / It answ...»