Do not elude — I will not sue
For your heart pain, nor secret worrying,
I want to plunge myself in mourning
And to repeat that I love you.
It is suffice for me to fly
To you like waves run by the water —
To kiss cold granite I have gotten,
To kiss and after that to die.
Не избегай; я не молю
Ни слез, ни сердца тайной боли,
Своей тоске хочу я воли; —
И повторять тебе: люблю.
Хочу нестись к тебе, лететь,
Как волны по равнине водной,
Поцеловать гранит холодной,
Поцеловать и умереть.
«...where the drover came from, no one knew. Their affinity made the heavens slate / the desert for a miracle. There, they chose to light / a fire and camp, the cave in a vortex of snow. / Not divining his role, the Infant drowsed / in a halo of curls that would quickly become / accustomed...»
«The vanished joy of my crazy years / Is as heavy as gloomy hang-over. / But, like wine, the sorrow of past days / Is stronger with time. / My path is sad. The waving sea of the future / Promises me only toil and sorrow. But, O my friends, I do not wish to die, / I want to live –...»
«Of madness years the faded joy and laughter / Weigh gravely like a hazy morning after. / And yet the sorrows of the finished page, / Like fancy wine, still stronger get with age. / My way lies dreary. Work and grief are written / In what’s to come, which like the sea is smitten. But, o...»
«The sultry sun heats to the seventh sweat. / The ravine rages in the frenzy, senseless. / As though a cowgirl working in the stead, — / The spring is busy, and its chores are endless. Out in the light, the snow-banks slowly slump, / Their bloodless, twig-like veins turn paler still. / ...»