To Laura * * *They're yet to be fitted, your veil and your gown,And chanters to bless us for life, But hurries time - dare-driver renowned! -And horses are eager to fly.If only the ding-bells were angels safeguard...

Four winters, pal, we stood the grounds,And spring is now again on track.With war, we've settled all accounts, (3 times)We're going home, pick up your bag!The war was slashing us and bending,And we have now repaid it back.For f...

A Merry Little DrummerEvery morning, summer morning, every summer,If your day begins before the sunrise ends You will notice, you will witness as a merry little drummerTakes his maple drumsticks in his little hands.You will not...

The Candlemas To Anna AkhmatovaThe day, to the church for the first time she broughtthe child, there were present, of those who oughtto dwell as the hallowed building's upholders, the Prophetess Anna and Simeon...

Marina Tsvetaeva* * *Nostalgia, homesickness! Oh, whata long-denunciated longing!It matters absolutely notwhere I would absolutely lonelybe, passing by which street-name signI'd roll back home my shopping barrows –...

Письмо к АрхеологуПраведник, враг, мамкин сын, неудачник, пареньчто надо, свинья, отказник, гнилье; череп, бывавший так кипятком ошпарен,что мозг куриный варил, как филе-миньон.Да, мы жили в оном бетонном, картонном, и прочем ...

Stop all the clocks, unplug the goddamn phone.To mute that yipping dog, let it enjoy a bone. Put covers on the harps; then under sobs of kinAnd throbs of drums, begin to bring the coffin in. Let overhead the planes their howls justify...

IF R. Kipling – S. MarshakOh, if your mind stays calm, not panic-driven,When all around you are loosing heads,If you maintain your confidence when evenYou are mistrusted by most faithful friends,If you can curb anxieties w...

Securing with a belle a closer link,Along the walls where years were spent in prison,To race a taxi to the bottle clinkand street-mud splash: What's freedom, if this isn't? The seas are greeting with a Baltic breeze.Concerns for lo...

* * *Can ever children of the tropics,Where in December roses bloom,Where in thesauruses the topicOf blizzard isn't granted room,Can, in the lands, where skies are azure And forecasts cannot go awry, Where summer never s...