Marina Tsvetaeva
- Grey Hairs, by David McDuff
(These are ashes of treasures...) - These are ashes of treasures..., by Nina Kossman
«Moon shadows — shadows of sorrow — / Stumble about as a quiet herd, / Wearing black, like grief, earth's cover, / Tramping a ghostly hidden path. They lovingly and gently rocked many, / And sensitively gave reflections back. / Moon shadows, shadows of sorrow, / Endlessly repeating m...»
«Poeza Mignonette And it passed by the sea-shore, where the foam-laces flower, / Where the city barouches only rarely are seen... / There the queen played her Chopin in the high palace tower, / And there, listening to Chopin, the young page loved the queen. And what passed there was ...»
«Lace and roses in the forest morning shine, / Shrewdly the small spider climbs his cobweb line. Dews are diamonding and blooming faery-bright. / What a golden air! What beauty! Oh, what light! It is good to wander through the dawn-shot rye, / Good to see a bird, a toad, a dragon-fly; Hear t...»
«Aquarelle An apple-tree in Spring shakes me, — to see it grow, / Its branches whitely weighted with unmelting snow. / So might a hunch-backed girl stand, beautiful and dumb, / As trembling, the tree stands, and strikes my genius numb... / It looks into the wide, pale shallows, mirror-clea...»