Marina Tsvetaeva
- To honor time, by Mary Jane White
(On the refugee-road!..)
Marina Tsvietáieva (español)
- Elogio del tiempo, Monica Zgustova, Olvido García Valdes
(¡Camino que huyes como un desterrado!..)
«We went out of the stuffy room / Outside, the air languorous and sweet; / The lilac siblings of an indifferent family / Were staring from the balcony. The piping of sea reeds / And rubies, tossed about the splashes… / We strolled aimlessly for a long while / In between rocks on the lo...»
«Houses, bewitched by the morning; / The lack of people puts a spell on me, / And freshness lulls me. / In the sky — the wings of a frosty day. Lonely people pass by, / But all is quiet, as if they are not there, / No one, as if there is no one... / In the heights — a pale rose-color...»
«The night bright, the sky studded with stars, / I am all alone in the deserted hall / The air of which is imbued with and poisoned / By the aroma of wilting azaleas. I am tormented by a vague longing / For everything that cannot be again. / The gloomy hall — how grey and boring! — whi...»
«The more the autumn wind is wicked / And the moon desperate, — / The merrier we, vagrants, get / With a bottle of wine. We wandered the whole day through / The field, with a sleuth and a rifle… / We are comrades — nothing more — / Unacknowledging sorrow. What is love? Rapture, ...»