“Why Is This Age Worse…?” by Anna Akhmatova
"In a stupor of grief and dread / have we not fingered the foulest wounds / and left them unhealed by our hands?"
If There Is Something to Desire, 9, 17, 18 by Vera Pavlova
"Why is the word yes so brief?" – Vera Pavlova
I am in love, hence free to live by Vera Pavlova
"I am in love, hence free to live / by heart, to ad lib as I caress." — Vera Pavlova
Wounds by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
"one can be wounded even by a petal. // And I myself have wounded—quite unwittingly—" —Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Breaking Up by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
"I won’t say “forgive me” because I have left you; / I ask pardon for one thing: I loved you before." — Yevgeny Yevtushenko
“We can’t stand…” by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
“We can't stand sitting still. / We try, no holds barred, to be liked” — Yevgeny Yevtushenko
Waiting by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
"she’ll run upstairs through the decaying porch / burning with love and love’s happiness" — Yevgeny Yevtushenko
No, I’ll not take the half… by Yevgeny Yevtushenko
“No, I'll not take the half of anything! / Give me the whole sky! The far-flung earth!” — Yevgeny Yevtushenko