Marina Tsvetaeva
- Before a mirror, where there`s fog..., by Ilya Shambat
- From a Mirror, by Dina Belyayeva
(I’d like to pry your journey path...) - I’d like to ask the mirrored glass..., by Andrey Kneller
«From the cycle LENIN I Lenin has the spirit of an Old Believer, / Intones his decrees like a priest, / And looks to the Pomorian Responses1 / For the source of all our grief. Now the land belongs to the peasants, / The Church is no longer a state serf. / Now a bright new word chimes for...»
«And while above Tsarskoye Selo1 / Akhmatova’s song and tears were pouring, / I, unwinding the skein of the sorceress, / Plodded through the desert like a sleepy corpse2, / There where impossibility lay dying: / An exhausted mummer Determined to break through. / And meanwhile in dark ca...»
«Bo-be-o-bee1 sang the mouth / Ve-e-o-mee sang the orbs / Pee-e-e-o sang the brows / Lee-e-e-ey sang the look / Gzee-gzee-gze-o sang the chain / Thus on a canvas of would-be connections / In another dimension there lived the Face. ____ / 1. Khlebnikov wrote in his notebook: “B is bri...»
«Persons, people, and the years1 / Run away forever more / Like the river past the shore. / Nature’s supple glass reveals / Stars — a net, the fishes — we, / Gods — the figments in the deep. ____ / 1. The poem invites comparison with Gavriil Derzhavin’s well-known "The river of...»