Marina Tsvetaeva
- Meeting, by Andrey Kneller
- The Meeting, by Erika Kleijmans
Marina Tsvietáieva (español)
in dutchMarina Tsvetajeva (nederlands)
- Ontmoeting, Arie Van Der Ent
«Whoever kisses time’s ancient nodding head / will remember later, like a loving son, / how the old man lay down to sleep / in the drift of wheat outside the window. / He who has opened the eyes of the age, / two large sleepy apples with inflamed lids, / hears forever after the roar of ...»
«He who has kissed time on its tormented temple / With filial tenderness will subsequently / Recollect how time took to its bed in a snowbank / The color of wheat beyond the window. / He who had raised the century’s inflamed eyelids — / Two giant apples swollen with sleep — / Will c...»
«Celui qui a baisé le front meurtri du temps / Avec la tendresse des fils / Se rappellera plus tard le temps qui s’endormit / Dans la couche profonde de blé sous la fenêtre. / / Celui qui a soulevé les douloureuses paupières du siècle, — / Deux grosses pommes dormantes — / ...»
«Here’s a young girl, barely in bloom, / Who still does not lower her eyes, nor blush, / As I approach she gazes at me / With her dark impenetrable glance. / And if I had my way, I’d spend my whole life in Settignano, / Beside the wind-weathered stone of Septimus Severus. / I’d look...»