Osip Mandelshtam
- Petersburg strophes, by Bernard Meares
(Above the yellow Offices of State...) - St. Petersburg, by Ilya Shambat
(Above the federal buildings` yellow gown...)
«The blue lacquer dims of heaven, / And the song is better heard. / It's the little trumpet made of dirt, / There's no reason for her to complain. / Why does she forgive me, / And whoever told her of my sins? / Or is that this voice that now repeats / The last poems that you wrote for ...»
«The door is half open, / the lime trees wave sweetly... / On. the table, forgotten - / a whip and a glove. The lamp casts a yellow circle... / I listen to the rustling. / "Why did you go? / I don’t understand... Tomorrow the morning / will be clear and happy. / This life is beaut...»
«The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter / Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. / But sadness of days past, as alcohol — / The more it age, the stronger grip the soul. / My course is dull. The future's troubled ocean / Forebodes me toil, misfortune and commotion. But no,...»
«Extinguished gaiety of years, which sunk in madness, / Presses on me like a hangover restless. / But in my soul, foregoing pine / Becomes through time still stronger, like a wine. / My way is sad. Predicts me toile and woe – / The sea of future in a wrath and row. But, oh, my friends, I...»