Judgement Day by R. S. Thomas

Yes, that's how I was,
I know that face,
That bony figure
Without grace
Of flesh or limb;
In health happy,
Careless of the claim
Of the world's sick
Or the world's poor;
In pain craven -
Lord, breathe once more
On that sad mirror,
Let me be lost
In mist for ever
Rather than own
Such bleak reflections,
Let me go back
On my two knees
Slowly to undo
The knot of life
That was tied there.

By R. S. Thomas
from Tares (1961)
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To Alexander Pushkin by Georgy Ivanov

I dearly, dearly long to be with you,

to sit and chat with you, drink tea with you.

 

You’d do the talking – I would be all ears;

your voice grows ever dearer with the years.

 

You, too, knew grief and fury and disdain;

you, too, died slowly, slowly and in pain.

 

by Георгий Владимирович Иванов (Georgii Vladimirovich Ivanov)

(1958)

by Robert Chandler