Nikolay Zabolotsky
- The Wedding, by Boris Dralyuk
- Wedding, by Daniel Weissbort
«(From the Sonnet-cycle "Lunaria") Pure pearl of silence brooding on the sky, / Presider o'er conception, lamp of dreams, / Altar of nightly spells, of crystal gleams, / Queen of the waters where thou lov'st to lie, With what desire, where the long waves sigh, / Through my dark crucifixions...»
«Whose the flying hands, about me shedding / Fire, and leading me on passionate ways? / No sonorous stones my feet are treading, / But where vatic waters fill the days. / Piercing through the spirit, sharp pilasters / Rise, and candle sting the dark like bees. / Oh, the hearts that bloom ...»
«Now dry thy eyes, and shed no tears. / In heaven's straw-pale meadows veers / Aquarius, and earthward peers, / His emptied vessel overturning. No storming snows, no clouds that creep / Across the sheer pure emerald steep, / Whence, thinly-drawn, a ray darts deep / As a keen lance with e...»
«Night was done. We rose and after / Washing, dressing, — kissed with laughter, — / After all the sweet night knows. / Lilac breakfast cups were clinking / While we sat like brothers drinking / Tea, — and kept our dominoes. And our dominoes smiled greeting, / And our eyes avoided m...»