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
«on 26 April 1912 “What do you need?” I pled / With the blizzard, “Please depart. / You summon sadness and dread / And worries that sicken my heart; Why do you howl at my window? / Let me be now, I’m praying; / Move away, or stay and blow, / But don’t listen — I’m crying. ...»
«Somebody sings a happy song / Somewhere far, far away; I‘d go / There, or I’d happily sing along / Alas, my broken heart says no. My soul strives to reach this song / And seeks like notes in my heart / Alas, I wasted my strength long / Ago, before this song did start. Quite early, ...»
«Old hut, barely one room, / Often, the blizzards cry / At your door; gloom / And worry come-by and When a bad year befalls, / Hunger comes along; / Laments within your walls / Rob the notes from a song. Bitterness, everyone sings / About: neediness, duress, / The evil and sad thing...»
«Tiny stars, bright stars, high stars! / What are you keeping-in, and what are you hiding? / How do the tender, deep-thoughts of stars, / Keep my soul captive, without binding? Private stars, compact stars! / Is it your beauty, knowledge, or might? / What great power, o heavenly stars, / ...»