Osip Mandelshtam
- Heaviness, tenderness — sisters — your marks are the same..., by Peter France
- Sisters heaviness and tenderness..., by D. Smirnov-Sadovsky
«Par ce lent jour blanc, les cigales / Ont, dans l’air tinté sans arrêt; / Et, d’entre leurs funèbres dalles, / Émergé seuls les noirs cyprès. / / Et, retombé, l’âme vaincue, / Je me suis senti plus serein: / J’ouïs vibrer la guêpe aiguë, / Je humai l’âpre romar...»
«Avant que notre voile ait gonflé vers l’azur d’Athènes, / Voici notre message, ami, de ces côtes lointaines. À la garde des dieux partout, qui voulaient notre bien, / Nous avons lentement doublé le sol trinacrien. La mer favorisa nos nefs de Charybde en Scylla; / Polyphème resta pa...»
«A grinning ape, an ass of stubborn air, / A long-horned goat, a bow-legged, grizzly bear, / Met one fine day, and soon their minds were set / To end the party with a fine quartet. / They have a viola, two violins, / A 'cello too, and music up to date, / For hall, the shady turf where cro...»
«My sweet black midget gave me many pleasures / And was so good in worshipping my feet, / I trusted him my gold and other treasures / To keep them in my gilded chest so neat. But day has come, and he began to grow / And grew so big that broke my lady nest. / I kissed his feet, but all I he...»