Velimir Khlebnikov
- Rutting elephants, battering ivory tusks..., by Paul Schmidt
- The elephants so tangled their tusks..., by Alex Cigale
«"Why is the moon shining so dimly / on the gardens and walls of Horossan? / As if I'm walking the Russian plain / Under the rustling mantle of the fog", — I asked that dear Lala, / Of the silent cypress at night, / But my host didn't whisper a word, / But rather raised their proud hea...»
«Silly heart, don't beat! / We are all deceived by happiness, / Only the beggar asks for sympathy... / Sily heart, don't beat. The yellow charms of the half moon / Are pouring by the chesnuts in the glade. / Bending to Lala on shalvari, / I'll hide under the veil. / Silly heart, don't ...»
«Blue and merry land. / My honor is sold for a song. / Wind from the sea, blow quieter — / Do you hear, the nightingale is calling the rose? Do you hear the roses bending — / The song will return to the heart. / Wind from the sea, blow quieter — / Do you hear, the nightingale is ca...»
«to A. Sakharov That hurricane has passed. Few of have survived. / At the roll call of friendship many are absent. / Again I have returned to the deserted land, / Where I have not been for eight years. Who shall I call? With whom can I share / The melancholy joy, that I stayed alive? / Th...»