o lamento da neve

We went separate ways midway, We parted long before we parted, Having thought: no more misery, In that last and fateful “forgive,” Even to cry we've no more strength. Please write – I ask only one thing... Dear to me will be your letters, Sacred, like flowers from a grave – From the sacred grave of my heart!            1856 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Humid! No freedom and no luck, The night interminably goes on. If only the thunder would clap. Our cup to the rim is filled up! Thunder, above the sea's clotting, In the field and in forest sound, And the cup of universal sorrow Please split, scatter, and splash!            1868 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mother She was filled and moved by sadness, All the time, while her three teenagers Jumped and played around her loudly, Her lips whispered, she deep in thought: “Miserable dears! why were you born? You’ll set out on your destined way And not manage to escape your fate!” Don't besmirch their pleasure with woe, Don’t cry over them, mother of sorrows! We tell them from the earliest days: There are ages, even entire centuries, When nothing is preferable, more desired, More wonderful than a blackthorn wreath...               1868 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh, Muse! I am at my coffin's door! Be as it may, I am much to blame, And let people's spite one hundred Times more my sins' scope multiply – Do not cry! Our drawn lot enviable, They will not dispute this nor fight: Between me and many honest hearts You will not allow too long a rupture In our living, breathing, blood union! Some non-Russian will, without love, Look upon you, pallid, blood-covered, Flesh-flayed-by-a-thousand-strokes Muse....                1877 Nekrassov Espero que venham assim as barcaças do Volga, berços de camponeses perdidos na névoa. Outros levam nos olhos os alforges da solidão e o quase invisível silêncio da neve que lhes cai na alma, espessa como um capote gelado.