Sophia Parnok
- How frenzied the deceased looks..., by Diana Lewis Burgin
Sofija Parnok (deutsch)
- Was für ein unruhiger Leichnam..., Eric Boerner
«I know the truth! All other truths - out of my sight! / There is no cause for us to hold these fights and battles! / Just take a look: there’s evening, look: there’s night. / Why do we fight — o poets, lovers, and commanders? The grass is dewy and the wind has settled down, / And soon...»
«Two suns are cooling down, — God, I protest! — / One — in the sky, the other — in my chest. How these two suns — could my conscience forget? — / How these two suns were driving me mad! Both cooling now, — their rays won’t hurt your eyes! / The one that burned the hottest »
«The gypsy passion of parting! / Just met — and rushing to part! / I dropped my head in my hands and started / To think, staring into the dark: From our letters, no one could gather / Any insight to understand more / How disloyal we were, or rather, — / How true to ourselves we were.»
«No one was left at a loss!1 / I’m happy we’ve come to part. / I’m kissing you now — across / The gap of a thousand yards. We’re not equal — I understand. / I’m calm — for the first time. / A young Derzhavin,2 you can’t / Accept my undisciplined rhyme. I christen you...»