Marina Tsvetaeva
- Azure are the fields, where our dreaming had met..., by Ilya Shambat
Marina Zwetajewa (deutsch)
- Azuren sind die Felder, wo wir unsere Träume getroffen hatten..., Josef Maria Mayer
«Three Robinson Crusoes / in an abandoned shack, / we found a real find — / a single, battered book. We three were friends / and we quickly agreed / to share out this treasure / as Solomon decreed. The foreword for cigarette paper: / one friend was delighted / with a gift so unlik...»
«And so I keep going; / death remains close; / I carry my life / in a blue envelope. / / The letter’s been ready / ever since autumn: / just one little word — / it couldn’t be shorter. / / But I still don’t know / where I should send it; / if I had the address, / m...»
«All that is human slips away; / everything was mere husk. / All that is left, indivisible, / is birdsong and dusk. / A sharp scent of warm mint, / the river’s far-off noise; / all equal, and equally light — / all my losses and joys. / Slowly, with its warm towel / the wind drie...»
«Memory has veiled / much evil; / her long lies leave nothing / to believe. There may be no cities / or green gardens; / only fields of ice / and salty oceans. The world may be pure snow, / a starry road; / just norther...»