Marina Tsvetaeva
- To Alla. 1. You will be innocent, gorgeous..., by Ilya Shambat
(You will be innocent, gorgeous...)
Marina Zwetajewa (deutsch)
- An Alja. 1. Du bist unschuldig, wunderschön..., Josef Maria Mayer
«Wind, wind, o snowy wind, / My bygone life I see again. / I’d like to be a boy as blond / And fair as the flowers at the field’s rim. From myself and all this life I’d like / To die while a sheep herder’s horn blows. / In my ears the ringing of cowbells sticks / Drifting through...»
«This gives sense to our human life of pain / In the course of its unmitigated plight. / The sickle cuts the heavy ears of grain, / Just as it cuts the snared swan by the throat. Far back we learned how at break of day / Through the August fields the chill creeps. / Among the scattered she...»
«To the Prophet Jeremiah 1 I’m not scared of hell, / Nor the rain of spears and arrows, — / I read but one book of the Bible, / The Prophet Esenin, Sergei’s. When my time draws nigh, / I fear no cracking whips. / The body, Christ’s body, / Dribbles spit from its lips. I don’...»
«Farewell, old chap, farewell. / You are lodged in my breast, my dear. / The parting foretold and fateful / Bodes a meeting yet to appear. Old chap, no hand, no word, / On your brow, no gloom, no grief, — / In this life, nothing new, to have died, / But of course, nothing new, to live.»