Sergey Esenin
- Mist climbs from the lake..., by Robert Chandler
Sergei Jessenin (deutsch)
- Haine nackt, gemähte Felder..., Eric Boerner
«Neither fragile Japanese shadows / Nor mellifluous Indian daughters / Sound as sorrowful / As the last supper orations. / On the verge of death all that has happened / Repeats itself quickly but differently. / And that is the basis / For the dance of death and its achievement.»
«Oh Asia! You are my torment. / I fancy thunderclouds like maiden's brows, / And lengthy gatherings at night / Like the bloom of tender shoulders. / Where is the prophet of a new day? / Oh, If only Asia would cover my knees / With the hair of blue rivers, / And whisper her cryptic pl...»
«While Achmatova's tears and songs / Were raining over Tsarskoe Selo, / I, unwinding the enchantress' ball of thread, / Dragged myself through the wilderness / Where impossibility was dying, / A tired actor / Striding forward. / Meanwhile the curly head / Of the subterranean bull wa...»
«If I turn humankind into a clock / And show how the century hand moves / Wouldn't war disappear from our age / Like an obsolete letter from the alphabet? / Our kind got itself piles / From the springy chairs of war, / But I tell you what I learned about the future / Through my preterh...»