Marina Tsvetaeva
- Poems about Moscow. 3. Past the towers at night..., by Ilya Shambat
(Past the towers at night...)
Marina Zwetajewa (deutsch)
- Gedichte über Moskau. 3. Vorbei an den Türmen in der Nacht..., Josef Maria Mayer
«Old times, like mountains, rose. And war / rose too. Behind it and before / boulders flew, screeching; each one bore / an aura sprouting from its core. / The sea grew black into a steamboat, / and on the trail lit by the moon / the waves clacked like a silver spoon / on a silver spoon....»
«You’ll vanish in the tall grass, toe to head, / You’ll enter the silent house without knocking. / She’ll wrap her arms around you and her braid, / And she’ll say, stately, “Well, hello, king! Look, here is my bower of white roses, / And here a bindweed bloomed yesterday. / Where...»
«I must perform my smoky rite. / Disgraced before me lie prostrate / Fruits of a summer by the sea: / A sard’s twin-hearted strawberry / And the ant’s brother, an agate. But I prefer the rank-and-file / Soldier of the sea gulf, gray, wild, / That no one’s pleased to see.»
«The memory of sun weakens in my heart, / grass turns yellow, / wind blows the early flakes of snow / lightly, lightly. / / Already the narrow canals have stopped flowing; / water freezes. / Nothing will ever happen here — / not ever! / / Against the empty sky the willow opens...»