Category: Translations

I’m reassured that beauty can be found in almost everything, depending on our focus, even if what we are looking at is the Buddhist affirmation of a lotus flower blooming out of stinky mud.

The unaligned poets, Maximilian Voloshin and Vladislav Khodasevich, were Neo-Classicists who constructed a haven for themselves from history in eternal things.

You dreamt of me, we are living a dream, you will forget me in another dream in which I shall return like the dream of a dream. Let’s take advantage of the moment. It’s now.

Separate yourself, take your distance, act as though you are not playing, as though you are not even hearing yourself. The error consists in believing that one is doing what one is doing when doing it. Above all, don’t attempt to attain silence or empty space. That is a pose. On the contrary, play as if you were in the middle of the street, at the heart of the racket…

Mary Jane White – Three Translations of Tsvetaeva   Night’s whispers: over silk Your...