Marina Tsvetaeva
- To Grandmother, by Robin Kallsen
Marina Tsvietáieva (español)
- A la abuela, José Luis Reina Palazón
«Ik sloot jou in mijn hart, mijn maat, mijn dolk, / Sinds jaar en dag mijn onderkoelde kameraad, / Gesmeed werd jij door vrijgevochten ruitervolk, / Geslepen door een christenhart vervuld van haat. Door lelieblanke hand wist jij jouw heft omvat, / Als aandenken aan wat — aan wíe — ik ac...»
«I knew you were dreaming of me, / that’s why I couldn’t get to sleep. / The murky lamp hazed blue / and showed me the road. You saw the Tsaritsa’s garden, / the intricate white palace, / the black tracery of the fences / by the echoing stone steps. You walked, not knowing the wa...»
«I will return as grass in spring, / I'll try to reach you, germinating, / As buds reach forward to the green / When they are waiting to awaken. To start the blossoming anew / One morning, secretly and shyly, / Already sparkling with the dew, / That dries away if sun is shining. The sun...»
«How many birch trees did you see in this world? / It’s likely — just two, maybe three, / All trimmed with the silver of first winter cold / Or dressed in the green veil of spring Or, maybe, in summer you’d come back at home, / And sunlight would fill all your place, / And through op...»