Vladislav Khodasevich
- The Swallows, by Myrna Gwin (Miriam)
- The Swallows, by Peter Daniels
«You are a woman; you’re a book of books, / You are a scroll furled up upon impression; / Its lines replete with words and ruminations, / And every instant’s wild in its crooks. You are a woman, the witches brew creation, / Which sets on fire hardly reaching lips, / But fire-swallowers...»
«Muses, enough, cease your sobbing, / Pour out your grief into singing, / Sing about Dante soul-stirring, / Or play the flute, play with feeling. Move on, annoying faun deities, / Music is dead in your screaming! / Haven’t you learned only lately / Beatrice exited Eden. All white a...»
«Yet all but once you’ll reminisce of me / And of my world mysterious and thrilling, / The quirky world of songs and fervency, / But among all, unique and undeceiving. It could have been yours also, but alas, / It was too much for you, or was too scanty, / I must have failed at po...»
«For us the artist reproduced / The lilac in the deepest faint, / And on the canvas he diffused / Like scabs, the piercing steps of paint. He grasped the density of paint, / And the parched vision of his summer, / Warmed up within the lilac brain, / Dilated in a stifling slumber. The li...»