Yevgeny Yevtushenko Has Left the Planet
Valery Oisteanu
Yevgeny Yevtushenko has Left the Planet
On a quiet Saturday in Tulsa, Oklahoma
A Russian poet dies, smiling in his dream
All his life he waited for springtime
But spring never arrived, only sounds
The sound of wind w...
The Twilight of Freedom, a poem by Osip Mandelstam
Jenny Wade
Let us praise, brothers, freedom’s twilight,
The great diminishing year!
A heavy forest of nets is lowered
Into the turbulent waters of night.
You are ascending in desolate years,
Oh sun, judge, people.
Let us prai...
untitled—a poem by Marina Tsvetaeva
Karina McCorkle
А следующий раз — глухонемая
Приду на свет, где всем свой стих дарю, свой слух дарю.
Ведь всё равно — что говорят — не пон...
The Final Toast
Anna Akhmatova
Последний тост
Я пью за разорённый дом,
За злую жизнь мою,
За одиночество вдвоём,
И за тебя я пью,—
За ложь меня предавш...
Yearning for homeland!
Marina Tsvetaeva
Yearning for homeland!
Yearning for homeland! Long
Exposed torment!
It's completely all the same to me –
Where completely alone
To be, over which stones to trudge
With a market tote, on the way home,
Into a hous...
Unfinished – A New Translation of Vladimir Mayakovsky’s Poem Fragment
Jenny Wade
Unfinished, a poem fragment by Vladimir Mayakovsky, discovered in M’s papers after his suicide in 1930.
Любит? не любит? Я руки ломаю
и пальцы разбрасываю разломавши
т...
You – New Translation of Vladimir Mayakovsky’s Poem
Jenny Wade
Ты
Пришла—
деловито,
за рыком,
за ростом,
взглянув,
разглядела просто мальчика.
Взяла,
отобрала сердце
и просто
пошла ...
Vladislav Khodasevich: Midlife Meltdown in Paris
Jenny Wade
During the unusually hot Parisian summer of 1924, 38-year-old Vladislav Khodasevich—regarded by Nabokov as the finest Russian poet since Blok—was suffering from an identity crisis. One of 3 million exiled from Soviet Rus...
Memory – New Translation of Pushkin’s Poem
Jenny Wade
Воспоминание
Когда для смертного умолкнет шумный день
И на немые стогны града
Полупрозрачная наляжет н...
Mayakovsky – New Translations
Jenny Wade
Маяковский в 1913 году
Я тебя в твоей не знала славе,
Помню только бурный твой рассвет,
Но, быть может, я сегодня впра...
