Mikhail Lermontov
- My Country, by Peter France
(I love my country, but with a strange love...)
MijaÃl Lérmontov (español)
- La patria, MarÃa Francisca de Castro Gil
(¡Amo a mi patria con extraño amor...)
«You cannot breathe, the ground with maggots seethes, / And not a single star can speak; / But — God can see — there’s music up above us: / The station trembles with Aonian song, / And ripped in shreds with locomotive whistles / The screeching air resolves again. The enormous park â€...»
«I have come back to my city, familiar to the point of tears, / To the blood in my veins, to my childhood’s swollen tonsils. / You have come back here — so swallow up quickly / The cod-liver-oil of the Leningrad river-lamps: Quickly make up your mind to the short December day / When the ...»
«For the rattling valour of future centuries, / For the highborn tribe of people, / I am deprived of the cups on the pyres of my fathers, / Of their pleasures, of their marks of esteem. Like a wolfhound the century leaps on my shoulders, / But my skin is not the skin of a wolf. / Stuff me ...»
«Joyously take, from the palm of my hand / this gift--some honey and some sun, / as the bees of Persephone command us. Not to be loosened, the unmoored boat; / not to be heard, steps of shadow on fur; / not to be overcome, the thick fear of the forest in which we live. We have only kiss...»