Sergey Esenin
- Hooligan`s Confession, by Lyuba Coffey
(Not everyone can sing...)
Sergej Esenin (italiano)
- Confessione d’un teppista, Angelo Maria Ripellino
(Non a tutti è dato cantare...)
«Enough of sniveling! Shove our papers in the desk, / By a fancy devil I’m now possessed / As if my favorite barber, Francois, / Had shampooed my hair to the roots. I’ll make a bet Pm not yet dead, / And like a jockey, I’ll stake my head / That I can still create an impact / And st...»
«Still far from patriarch or sage, / I’m still a half-respected age. / I still get cursed behind my back / In the savage tongue of tramcar rows, / Possessed of neither rhyme nor sense: / “What a so-and-so!” Oh, I apologize / But in my heart don’t mend my ways... If you think, you...»
«Skillful mistress of guilty glances / Heiress owning tiny shoulders, / The dangerous habits of the male are tamed / And the drowning woman-speech is dumb. Fish swim, flap fins, and puff their gills. / Here, take it, try to feed them now — / Their mouths that gape in silent O’s — / ...»
«By denying me the seas, the right to run and fly, / By holding my foot firm on the constraining earth, / What have you achieved? A splendid calculation, / But you couldn’t seize my muttering lips thereby.»