Marina Tsvetaeva
- To Asya, by Ilya Shambat
(Evening noise in the burning sunset...)
Marina Zwetajewa (deutsch)
- Für Asja, Josef Maria Mayer
(Abend-Lärm im brennenden Sonnenuntergang...)
«I have translated Shakespeare's sonnets. / Let the poet, leaving his old home, / Speak out in another language, / To other days, in another part of the planet. We recognize him as a companion in arms, / A defender of liberty, truth, and the world. / It is no accident that the celebrated n...»
«To Valery Briusov How frenzied the deceased looks! / How often the coffin stands lonely. / In anguished horror an admirer / Looks at her sharp high brow. I catch a whiff of dungeons, / The awful scrape of grave digging, – / You have come in. As at a duel, / Your frockcoat is buttoned...»
«That evening was dimly-smoldering, – / But for me it was a fiery one. / On that evening, as you had been hankering, / We went out to the Union. I remember your hands, weak from happiness, / The veins – networks of navy blue. / And my touching you hand was impossible, / Both were cov...»
«No, today I do not want you, / Memory, so just hold your tongue, / You vainglorious procuress, / Don’t procure me anyone. Don’t seduce me down dark alleys, / To the places left behind – / To the bold or to the timid / Lips I’ve kissed so many times. Sacrilegiously inspired, / ...»