Innokenty Annensky

• Iambics, by R. H. Morrison
  Oh, how I feel the accumulated burden of / Poisoned nights and grubby, pallid days! You, / Cards, is there anything at the same time more / Allu...
• Iambs, by Vladimir Markov and Merrill Sparks
  Oh, how often I feel the burden I have hoarded / Of smudged, anemic days and many poisoned nights! / You, cards, docs anything exist that’s more a...