Vladimir Mayakovsky
- A few words about my mamma, by Patricia Blake
- A Few Words About my Mom, by Erika Kleijmans
«Farewell, farewell, unwashed Russia, / The land of slaves, the land of lords, / And you, blue uniforms of gendarmes, / And you, obedient to them folks. Perhaps beyond Caucasian mountains / I’ll hide myself from your pashas, / From their eyes that are all-seeing, / From their ever...»
«Farewell! — unwashed, indigent Russia, / The land of slaves, the state of lords, / And you, its navy-coated marshals, / And you, their dedicated herds. Perhaps, behind Caucasian ridges / I will be safe from your emirs, / From their all-overseeing preachers, / From their all-overhe...»
«In the wild north a pine tree stands alone / On the bare top of a mountain. / It slumbers and sways, covered with / Powdery snow like a mantle. And it dreams constantly: that in faraway wilds / In the land where the sun rises, / A cheerless and l...»
«From beneath a mysterious and ice-cold half-mask / Your voice sounded to me as flattering as a dream, / Your charming eyes were shining at me, / And your cunning mouth was smiling. Through the wispy haze I noticed unconsciously / The paleness of your virgin cheeks and neck, / Lucky cre...»