Osip Mandelshtam
- Armed with the eyesight of those narrow wasps..., by Philip Nikolayev
- Armed with wasp-vision, with the vision of wasps..., by Robert Chandler
«Trunk color crimson and crown color blue, / Pine cones of green gently clinking, / There was the wind and the room it went through, / There they praised lovers with singing, / There was the wind and the strings that it brushed, / Caught in a long conversation… / January came in a madde...»
«Past a little rain see the brass get greener, / See the bluer stream, see the taller sky. / In the garden square, flutes are playing keener; / The conductor’s soul wants to soar up high. Ah, those orchestras, what a reminiscence / From the peaceful years, not the times of war! / That ol...»
«Fall of early twilight; flutes are playing, restive; evening ride proceeding. / On the finest horse, in a caftan blue and festive, emperor is leading. / Horse is color snow-white, hair is color raven, scarlet ammunition. / Eyes are color amber; wings are spread in mission — battle premoni...»
«Darkness is hovering everywhere, / Still as the depths of the sea... / Woman, Your Majesty, I won’t dare — / You, at your will, came to me?? Why, I have dim electricity, / Taps are all rusty and rough, / Woman, Your Majesty, can it be — / You were courageous enough? Oh, you arriv...»