Maximilian Voloshin
- Sonnet XV, by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky
(Pure pearl of silence brooding on the sky...) - The pearl bejeweling the quiet of night..., by Constantine Rusanov
«Te sinne Siperian kaivoksiin / myös ylpeytenne veitte pystypäin — / ei turhaa kolkko työnne, unelmiin / se aatteen kanssa kulkee käsikkäin. Ja kovan onnen sisar toivo on, / se sinne kellareiden pimeään / nyt tuokoon huumansa, se kahleeton / pian kaikki kääntyy kohti elämää...»
«Fire and rope, bullet and axe — / These faithful servants at our backs. / In every drop there slept a flood, / From every stone a mountain lloomed. / And in each trampled twig / Black-handed forests sighed and moaned. Falsehood gorged itself from our plates, / Bells sounded only ...»
«The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords, / The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter — / God saves all that — especially the words / Of love and pity, as His only way to utter. The harsh pulse pounds and the blood torrent whips, / The spade knocks even...»
«The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords, / The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter — / God saves all that — especially the words / Of love and pity, as His only way to utter. The harsh pulse pounds and the blood torrent whips, / The spade knocks evenl...»