Hi all, my previously posted translation of “My Home” has made its way to http://calquezine.blogspot.com/
Thank you to the folks at Calque for publishing it!
Calque is a great place for poetry in translation in general and I encourage all of you to check them out.
January 27th, 1944
And in the starless January night,
Itself amazed at its unprecedented destiny,
Delivered from Death’s abyss,
Leningrad toasts itself.
1944
-Anna Akhmatova (Translated by me)
From Dima Otvertchenko of Twowatches.com, the LA subway photo shoot featuring me in the background as a generic, white, nerdy commuter:
http://twowatches.com/photo_amanda.html
This entire evening I will,
While suffocating on cigarette smoke,
Be tortured by thoughts of certain people,
Who perished very young,
Who either at sunrise or in the night,
Suddenly and inappropriately,
Died. Leaving unsteady verses unfinished,
Love unfulfilled,
Stories untold,
Endeavors undone…
1939
-Boris Smolensky (Translated by me)
as the days grow shorter, and Autumn approaches, my mind turns to the old lycee…
We kissed,
Cried,
And sang.
We rushed with bayonets.
And in the middle of the charge,
The girl in the rag-tag overcoat,
Fell, and clutched the snow.
Mama!
Mama!
I reached our objective!
Yet, along the banks of the Volga, on the steppe,
The girl in the rag-tag overcoat,
Fell, and clutched the snow.
-Iuliia Drunina (Translated by me)
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