Poems by Mikhail Isakovsky
1938
- Katyusha ✍️️
1942
1944
1945
1948
in germanMichail Issakowski, gedichte (deutsch)
1938
- Katjuscha ✍️️
1948
in spanishMijaíl Isakovski, poemas (español)
1938
- Katiusha (Cati) ✍️️
«On the terrace, violins played / the most heartbreaking songs. / A sharp, fresh smell of the sea / came from oysters on a dish of ice. He said: I'm a faithful friend, / touching my dress. / How far from a caress, / the touch of that hand! The way you stroke a cat, a bird, / the look ...»
«There’s a secret boundary hidden in the waving grasses: / neither the lover nor the expert sensualist / passes it, though mouths press silently together / and the heart is bursting. And friends — they too lose their nerve there, / and so with years of fire and joy, / whole histories o...»
«I have come to call on the poet. / It is Sunday, exactly midday. / The wide room is filled with quiet / and through the casements now I see a purple sun suspended in frost / over the winding disheveled gray / smoke. My silent host / (how clearly) looks at me. Luminous, clairvoyant eyes...»
«“The eye of a horse,” he called his vision, / and now with his sidelong sight records / the puddles like liquid diamonds glistening, / the ice seized with a sudden longing, lilac shadows in drugged backyards / and logs and leaves and clouds and the rind / of a melon cracking, the trai...»