“After a night of insomnia the body gets weaker, Becomes dear but no one’s — not even your own.” — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“Here's how I used to think you made a book: a poet comes along, mouth half open, inspired, then suddenly the idiot… — Vladimir Mayakovsky Copy Share Image
“If you prefer, I'll be pure raging meat, or if you prefer, as the sky changes tone, I'll be absolutely tender, not… — Vladimir Mayakovsky Copy Share Image
“A chestnut-haired child Cheering up, went and stood in his stall. And took the whole incident like a young colt - and… — Vladimir Mayakovsky Copy Share Image
“Where does such tenderness come from And what do I do with it, you, sly, Adolescent, vagabond singer, Whose lashes couldn’t be… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“But then he touched the flowers With the dry tips of his fingers. "Tell me how men kiss you. Tell me how… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“I hope for a light grief in old age. I was born in Rome and it has returned to me. My autumn… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“We don't know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is going down You're moody, and… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“Lalla Ruk Dearest dream, my soul's enchantment Lovely guest from heav'n above, Most benevolent attender To the earthly realm below, You gave… — Vasily Zhukovsky Copy Share Image
“To a Familiar Genius Flying By Reveal yourself, anonymous enchanter! What heaven hastens you to me? Why draw me to that promised… — Vasily Zhukovsky Copy Share Image
“The Mysterious Visitor Spirit, lovely guest, who are you? Whence have you flown down to us? Taciturn and without a sound Why… — Vasily Zhukovsky Copy Share Image
