Igor Severyanin
- Spring Day, by Ilya Shambat
Igor Sewerjanin (deutsch)
- Frühlingstag, Eric Boerner
«To our fortune or misfortune, / Simple is the truth: / One shall not revisit porches / Left behind in youth. / Even if we find our mecca / Perfectly alright, / We won't hear the sought-for echo, / Neither you nor I. I would travels to the former / Once for all forbid. / And, my...»
«The world is splattered by sunlight, / Sparkling with festive luster. / Leaving / the morning darkness / behind, / People stand blinded, / And blink, adjusting. Any move now is an effort — / don’t try! / The city has halte...»
«Millions are you – and hosts, yea hosts, are we, / And we shall fight if war you want, take heed. / Yes, we are Scythians – leafs of the Asian tree, / Our slanted eyes are bright aglow with greed. Ages for you, for us the briefest space, / We raised the shield up as your humble lieges /...»
«Nòt, viàl, lampiù, botéga, / En ciarùr stras e ‘nsensat. / Va avanti e vif amò vint agn – / L’è semper chèla. S’en va mia föra. Te möret – e là töt che ricumincia amò / E töt che turna ‘ndré, come ‘na olta / Nòt – co’l sò crispì de giasöi söl canal, /»