Sophia Parnok
- How frenzied the deceased looks..., by Diana Lewis Burgin
Sofija Parnok (deutsch)
- Was für ein unruhiger Leichnam..., Eric Boerner
«I'll leave the mortal world behind, / Take wing in an flight fantastical, / With singing, my eternal soul / Will rise up swan-like in the air. Possessing two immortal traits, / In Purgatory I won't not linger, / But rising over jealousy / I'll leave behind me kingdoms' shine. 'Tis so! ...»
«I built myself a monument, eternal and miraculous, / It's higher than the Pyramids, than metal it is harder; / Swift winds and thunder cannot knock it down / The flight of time cannot demolish it. Thus I won't really die! The part of me that's largest / Will baffle death, and will escape de...»
«How blessed's the good-natured poet, / With little bile and much emotion: / All lovers of the gentle arts / Send him sincerest greetings; The admiration of the crowd / Sounds in his ear like rippling waves; / He is a stranger to self-doubt- / That torture of creative souls; Lover of co...»
«Here's a vestibule. On holidays / Overcome by slavish fear, / The whole population, in a state of awe, / Rushes to the sacred doors. / Having left their names and ranks. / All these visitors return then to their homes / They are all so deeply satisfied / You might think this was their...»