Joseph Brodsky
- To a Tyrant, by Alan Myers
(He used to come here till he donned gold braid...)
Joseph Brodsky (suomi)
- Eräälle tyrannille, Jukka Mallinen
(Hän kävi täällä — ei vielä saapashousuissa...)
«Past night towers / Across squares we hurry. / Oh, how terrifying is this night, / The shouts of young soldiers! Shots, the pounding heart! / A hot kiss, love! / Oh, the brutal shouts! / Provocative — oh — blood! My mouth ungracefully, / Curses, despite its sweet — look. / ...»
«Above the city, Peter had abandoned, / Rolled the bells' thunder. The waves are crashing / Over the woman you rejected. Tsar Peter and you, O, the tsar should be praised! / But above you, tsars, bells. As long as they ring from the blue — / Undisputed is the primacy of Moscow. And fort...»
«1. Oh, Muse of weeping, fairest of the Muses! / O you, chance progeny of a white night! / You send a black blizzard upon Russia, / And our screams pierce us like arrows. And we jump and emit a dull: Oh! — / Hundredthousands — swear an oath to you: Anna / Akhmatova! This name — an...»
«6. Let me not fall behind you! I am the — condemned, / You're — the guard. Our fate is one. / And one is the empty void / On the road destined for us. Oh, and I have a calm disposition! / Oh, and my eyes are clear! / Let me go, take me, guard, / On a stroll to that pine tree!»