Marina Tsvetaeva
- To Grandmother, by Robin Kallsen
(An oblong, tight oval...)
Marina Tsvietáieva (español)
- A la abuela, José Luis Reina Palazón
(Óvalo duro y alargado...)
«As Moscow’s left behind, the peasant spirit’s cleaner; / The water has more blue; the sky is almost close. / With rare devotion sounds the forest concertina; / The player’s forelock drops to touch the low-pitch rows. His fingers dance in line, move fleetly taking chances, / And midst ...»
«Pencil’s wish is plainly accurate: / All it wants to know is truth. / Truth, eternal and immaculate, / Is the calling it pursues, Built as if to function lastingly, / Helped by neither drug nor graft, / Proper as a gent, and masterly / As an expert in one's craft. Profit’s hand wil...»
«While braggarts walk the earth — I say it’s great, / We should be thanking heavens for our fate. / The skies are blue, the clouds are swirling! / We are no advocates of burgling. / To get a braggart use no knife: / But give his bragging a high-five — / And you possess his life. Wh...»
«I store an image in my soul, the portrait of a fair lady. / Her eyes are turned upon some other, better days. / No one’s dispensable in there, and years are careless of the fading, / And long ago, they cleared each other’s guilty ways. Today, the honorable choir’s still glorifying her ...»