Nikolay Zabolotsky
- Movement, by Daniel Weissbort
(The coachman sits like a king...)
Nikolay Zabolotsky (română)
- Mişcare, Leo Butnaru
(Şede vizitiul ca pe tron...)
«As my days are fading, / I welcome night’s calm. / The past no longer casts a / Shadow before me — That long shadow that we, / In our tongue-tied futility / To distinguish it from other shadows, / Call our future.»
«Be silent, hide away and let / your thoughts and longings rise and set / in the deep places of your heart. / Let dreams move silently as stars, / in wonder more than you can tell. / Let them fulfil you — and be still. What heart can ever speak its mind? / How can some other understand...»
«The working day started at night. / Denunciations, papers, certificates. / Death sentences signed in a hurry. / Yawning, drinking of wine Vodka, all day, for the soldiers. / Come evening, by candlelight, / time to read out lists, herd / men and women into a dark yard, remove shoes, clo...»
«Scorching, as hot tar: / Unendurable a second time! / My brother, with so / Strange an admixture Of discord... (The sound / Of a torn branch comes here?) / My brother, suddenly setting / Like so many suns! My brother, with no other sisters: / Made entirely my own! / Up to your fune...»