Marina Tsvetaeva
- Silhouette at the Station, by Erika Kleijmans
- Terminal Silhouette, by Ilya Shambat
«Lisa is afraid to love. / Nonsense, — that is not her manner! / Careful — what if it’s a bluff / And perhaps this new Diana / Has repressed her passion’s call — / And with shameful, glowing eyes / Walks among us in disguise, / Looking just for whom to fall.»
«All’s finished: you and I are fractured. / I sang my songs of sorrow line by line / As I embraced your knees the final time. / All’s finished now — I heeded your reaction. / It’s done. I won’t deceive myself again. / I won’t pursue you, full of grief and woe. / Perhaps, one d...»
«One bearded sage concluded: there's no motion. / Without a word, another walked before him. / He couldn’t answer better; all adored him / And all agreed that he disproved that notion. / But one can see it all in a different light, / For me, another funny thought comes into play: / We w...»
«I still recall the wondrous moment: / When you appeared before my sight / As though a brief and fleeting omen, / Pure phantom in enchanting light. In sorrow, when I felt unwell, / Caught in the bustle, in a daze, / I fell under your voice’s spell / And dreamt the features of your face...»