Innokenty Annensky
- Black Spring, by Robert Lowell
(A half-holiday for the burial. Of course, they punish...) - Black spring, by Vladimir Markov and Merrill Sparks
(With blare of brass a funeral...)
«I watch the scooter's flight / And feel my envy growing! / My eyes are hot and bright / With summer's quick tears flowing. A girl with winning smile / Clings closely to the rider. / A humpy sluggish snail / Do I appear beside her. Farewell! Ride at your ease / To where green summits ...»
«Our sacred craft has existed / For thousands of years.... / With it, luminous even in darkness is earth. / But no poet has ever insisted, / Through laughter or tears, / That there is no wisdom, no age, no death.»
«In all the world no people are so tearless. / So proud, so simple as are we. / 1922 In lockets for a charm we do not wear it, / In verse about its sorrows do not weep, / With Eden's blissful vales do not compare it, / Untroubled does it leave our bitter sleep. / To traffic in it is a t...»
«From the cycle POEMS OF MIDNIGHT You spoke at last... / No wooer on bended knees / Those words, those fateful words would thus have spoken... / You said them like a captive who has broken / His chains, and fled, and through the blur of tears / A virgin grove of nodding birches sees. / T...»