Dolce far niente
Zomer in de stad door Serguei Zlenko, 2012
Summer in the City
Soft exchanges fill the air
And in some fervent rush,
From the forehead, strands of hair
Were gathered with a brush.
Helmed, she casts a single glance
Upon your face and waits,
Throwing back her head at once
With her dangling braids.
While the humid, muggy night
Insinuates a storm,
All the passersby outside
Quickly scatter home.
And the thunder can be heard now.
There, resounding, it rings.
By the widow-frame, the curtain,
In the crosswinds, swings.
All is silent, all is hushed now
And it’s humid all the while,
And the lightning’s golden flashes
Are still groping in the skyline…
But the sunrise will ensue
With a breaking light, so stifling,
And dry the puddled avenues,
From the downpours and lightning.
You will see a look still stagnant,
From the lack of sleep, sedate,
On those age-old, on those fragrant
Limes that simply will not fade.
Vertaald door Andrey Kneller
Boris Pasternak (10 februari 1890 – 30 mei 1960)
Zomers Moskou, de stad waar Pasternak werd geboren.
Doorgaan met het lezen van “Boris Pasternak, Wole Soyinka, Isaak Babel”