Marina Tsvetaeva
- All repeat the first line..., by Rolf W. F. Gross
Marina Tsvetajeva (nederlands)
- `k Herhaal aldoor mijn eerste vers..., Arie Van Der Ent
«The cats are meowing woefully nearby, / I hear somebody distant walking slow... / Your words were a delightful lullaby: / They’ve kept me up for three months in a row. O, insomnia, you’ve come to me anew! / Your expression is, like always, frozen. / Tell me, beauty, tell me, outlaw â€...»
«You know, I’m languishing, locked up, / I pray the Lord to strike me down, / Yet, to the point of pain, non-stop, / I recollect Tver’s meager ground. The crane on the decrepit well, / The clouds frothing overhead, / The creaking field gate and the smell / Of wheat, and sorrowful reg...»
«He marked with coal, as I languished, / A target on my left side / To shoot and free the bird — my anguish / Into the empty night. Your hand won’t tremble in the least, / My dear! I won’t suffer long. / The bird — my anguish will soar, released, / To perch and sing its song. T...»
«Pray for the lost and overburdened, / For my living soul tonight, / You, in your path, so fixed and certain, / Having seen the cabin’s light. Sad and thankful, I’ll plainly / Tell you all without disguise, / How the blissful night had drained me, / How the morning breathed with ice....»