Zinaida Gippius
- Devillet, by Robert Chandler
- The little demon, by Lubov Yakovleva
«Voice Enormous city. Wind. Evening. / Lights flicker in the dark, / And you, madman, are off in search of / A soul mate in each passerby. / Calm down, stop acting crazy, poet, / Resign yourself to orphan-hood / And do not pester with your cries / The people there who pass you by. Poe...»
«Kneeling on the hard window sill / And thrust out the window – a gaping fish mouth! / A breath…a breath of air…Like a living corpse / Who sucks life from a gray oxygen bag, / And whose heart thumps: time to go! time to go! / And sky’s heavy arch weighs on the earth, / And the whi...»
«As a shade with three dimensions, brother, / It isn’t easy to drag out one’s fate! / Moscow’s madhouse now is overcrowded, / And the cemetery also has no space / For your dust in roomy crypts or coffins, – / Now you’re buried in a metal saucepan. Seems the world’s no longer s...»
«You are young, long-limbed! With such / A marvelously molded, winged body! / How awkwardly and with such difficulty / You drag around your spirit, anguish-stunned! Oh, I know that spirit’s way of moving / Through whirlwinds of the night and ice-floe gaps, / And that voice which rises in...»