Osip Mandelshtam
- Against the pale-blue enamel..., by Alistair Noon
- On the pale-blue enamel..., by A. S. Kline
- Towards light-blue enamel air..., by Olga Dumer
- Upon the paling blue veneer..., by Evgenia Sarkisyants
«Every day behind the hill's brink / I disappear, dear friend. / Like a laboratory, spring / Lies across the vernal land. Within every little flower, / Like within a live retort, / Sunlit moisture gathers power / And evaporates skyward. Taking time through this to rummage, / With a le...»
«Among the other children playing, / She reminds me of a little frog. / Her skimpy blouse is tucked into her knickers; / Her gingery curls tumble in disarray / Wide mouth her teeth uneven,, / Her features harsh and ugly / The two little boys her own age, / Have been bought a bike each b...»
«Give me your paw, Jim, for good luck. / I’ve never seen such paws – not ever. / Let’s sit beneath the moon and bark / at all this boring, noiseless weather. / Give me your paw, Jim, for good luck. / But please, old boy – don’t lick, don’t lick. / Just try and get this simple ...»
«A long ray gushes through the window, / the mighty house stands in the dark, / the fire spreads about, enkindled, / and flashing in its shirt of stone. / the kitchen sheds delightful heat. / Like golden draft horses, today / there ripen, not at all in vain, / baked loafs, and babas, an...»