Стихотворение современной английской поэтессы Элейн Фейнстейн «Вариация на поэму Ахматовой» на английском и русском языках. Variation on an Akhmatova Poem She drinks to her ruined home. My own is not destroyed. Still, the loneliness in marriage is something I can toast. I drink to your hostile stare, our quarrels, your infidelity, and what you resented most: that God did not choose to save you, and took some pity on me. Elaine Feinstein (1930) Вариация на поэму Ахматовой Она пила за свой разбитый дом. Мой дом пока что цел. Тогда за одиночество мой тост, которое бывает в браке. Я пью за … Читать далее →

HANDS from Talking to the Dead We first recognised each other as if we were siblings, and when we held hands your touch made me stupidly happy. Hold my hand, you said in the hospital . You had big hands, strong hands, gentle as those of a Mediterranean father caressing the head of a child. Hold my hand , you said. I feel I won’t die while you are here. You took my hand on our first aeroplane and in opera houses, or watching a video you wanted me to share. Hold my hand, you said. I’ll fall asleep and … Читать далее →