Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Morning, by Dorian Rottenberg
(The sullen rain cast a glance askance...)
Vladimir Maiakovski (română)
- Dimineaţă, Leo Butnaru
(Ploaia-ncruntată priveşte cruciş...)
«Everybody chooses for oneself / A woman, a religion, and a way. / To serve for the devil or prophet — / Everyone chooses for oneself. Everybody chooses for oneself / The sword for dueling or for battle. / The word for prayer or for love — / Everyone chooses for oneself. Everybody c...»
«Among the green sea waves, that kissed Tavrida, / At dawn I saw among so charming nereida. / Hidden between the trees, I hardly dared to sigh, / Over the clear moisture of her breasts could die, / So young and white, like swan them raised, / And streams of foam from her hair squeezed. »
«There’s jasmine altar, canopy shrine, / And virgins whitely dressed in rows. / Where the reed’s incense is smoking / Before the crystal statue of the goddess, / That putting down narrow its goat's eyes. A forest, morn, heat. An emerald’s green, / That in the crystal chrysolite shin...»
«No, the dead are never dead to us! / There is an old Scottish legend, / That their shadows, invisible to eyes, / In midnight visit us once on the weekend. That dusty harps are hanging on the walls, / Mysteriously touch by their hands, / And they awake in the slumbering strings / The s...»