Marina Tsvetaeva
- To Asya. 2. We — are the dressing of poplars..., by Ilya Shambat
Marina Zwetajewa (deutsch)
- An Asja. 2. Wir — sind der Verein von Pappeln..., Josef Maria Mayer
«Flimsily dexterous / The droplets go — / The springlet sketchily / Darts to and fro... While I — / a rock that is well past its prime — / Feel helpless to guess one thing: / Just why / this inanimate little spring / Is moving faster than I.»
«A handclasp-that was all it took / To work these total transformations! / Old men are bowling hoops and, look, / Children complain of palpitations. Trains cross Sevan* from shore to shore, / At midday folk are lighting candles, / In water fish delight no more, / While I ... I love you t...»
«Wiping tears of hurt and childish sorrow, / Cotton dress you took—your best attire — / Always somepne straight from out a story, / To a world of fables you retired. Ever since, by dreams I’ve been bedevilled / That you’d left your fable-land domain, / That I had been married to a ...»
«Far from the madding crowd and mirth / A young girl lived on the edge of the earth, / Fantasy breathing sweet as the air, / Of my fantasy unaware. There she lived on the edge of the earth, / That is the story, for what it’s worth... / Just too bad that the earth is round / And has no ...»