Sophia Parnok
- Every evening now I pray..., by Diana Lewis Burgin
Sofija Parnok (deutsch)
- Jeden Abend bitt ich Gott..., Eric Boerner
«Six. / Ponderous. The chimes of a clock. / "Render unto Ceasar… render unto God…" / But where’s / someone like me to dock? / Where to find waiting — a lair? / Were I / like the ocean of ocean little, / on the tiptoes of waves I’d rise, / I’d strain, a tide, to caress th...»
«The violin got all worked up, imploring / then suddenly burst into sobs, / so child-like / that the drum couldn’t stand it: / "All right, all right, all right!" / But then he got tired, / couldn’t wait till the violin ended, / slipped out on the burning Kuznetsky / and took fligh...»
«(Instead of a letter) Tobacco smoke eats the air away. / The room, — / a chapter from Kruchenykh’s Inferno. / Recall, — / by the window, / that day, / I caressed you ecstatically, with fervor. / Here you sit now, / with your heart in iron armor. / In a day, / you’ll scol...»
«In lieu of a letter The room’s a chapter of Kruchonykh’s Inferno. / Air / gnawed out by tobacco smoke. / Remember – / At the window, / For the first time, / Burning, / With tender frenzy your arms I’d stroke. Now you’re sitting there, / Heart in armour; / A day, / And...»