Vladimir Mayakovsky
- I, by Maria Enzensberger
- I (On the pavement...), by Patricia Blake
«When consummate the day hangs before you, / Each detail to be scanned at your ease, / Just the sultry chatter of squirrels / Resounds in the resinous trees. And storing up strength in their languor. / The ranked piney heights are adrowse. / While the freckled sweat is pouring / From the...»
«Waving a bough full of fragrance, / In the dark, with pure good to sup, / The water the storm had made giddy / Went running from cup to cup. From chalice to chalice rolling, / It slid along two and hung, / One drop of agate, within them. / Shining and shy it clung, Over the meadowsweet...»
«I should have seen the sign: “Fresh paint”, / But useless to advise / The careless soul, and memory's stained / With cheeks, calves, hands, lips, eyes. More than all failure, all success, / I loved you, for your skill / In whitening the yellowed world / As white cosmetics will. Lis...»
«To fly off, a ripe pear in a storm. / With one leaf clinging on as it must. / Mad devotion! It quitted the branch! / It will choke with its throat full of dust! A ripe pear, more aslant than the wind. / What devotion! “You'll bray me? You're brash!" / Look! In beauty the thunder-spent s...»