Marina Tsvetaeva
- From where is this tenderness coming?.., by Maya Jouravel
- Where does such tenderness come from..., by Andrey Kneller
- Where does this tenderness come from?.., by Elaine Feinstein
«We are everywhere. We are nowhere. We walk / And the winter wind blows at us. / In churches both at dusk and during the day / It sings and blows out the candles. And it often seems that in the distance, / At dark walls or at a corner / Where we sang and passed, / There still sings and w...»
«The wondrous moment of our meeting… / I well remember you appear / Before me like a vision fleeting, / A beauty’s angel pure and clear. In hopeless ennui surrounding / The worldly bustle, to my ear / For long your tender voice kept sounding, / For long in dreams came features dear. ...»
«Ik sloot jou in mijn hart, mijn maat, mijn dolk, / Sinds jaar en dag mijn onderkoelde kameraad, / Gesmeed werd jij door vrijgevochten ruitervolk, / Geslepen door een christenhart vervuld van haat. Door lelieblanke hand wist jij jouw heft omvat, / Als aandenken aan wat — aan wíe — ik ac...»
«I knew you were dreaming of me, / that’s why I couldn’t get to sleep. / The murky lamp hazed blue / and showed me the road. You saw the Tsaritsa’s garden, / the intricate white palace, / the black tracery of the fences / by the echoing stone steps. You walked, not knowing the wa...»