Look, outside my window the vine is spreading so fast it
almost blocks out the light. Dark, picturesque green now
covers up half of the panes. And amidst the foliage a bunch of
seemingly carefully-placed grapes has started to turn
yellow... Hands off, sweetest! Why this rage for destruction?
If one plump little white hand should be seen to steal
into the yard for a bunch of grapes, the neighbours will waste no
time in declaring: she must have been in his room.
Лозы мои за окном разрослись живописно и даже
Свет отнимают. Смотри, вот половина окна
Верхняя тёмною зеленью листьев покрыта; меж ними,
Будто нарочно, в окне кисть начинает желтеть.
Милая, полно, не трогай!.. К чему этот дух разрушенья!
Ты доставать виноград высунешь руку на двор, —
Белую, полную ручку легко распознают соседи,
Скажут: она у него в комнате тайно была.
«Above dark, rippled waters rises in retreat / Earth's heavy mass: the spines and rocky crests defying / The tortured steep in torrents of red rubble lying — / A lifeless land, its mourning reaches at my feet. Sad dreams and solemn dreams flow by me, bitter-sweet: / Earth ancient and obscu...»
«(From the Sonnet-cycle "Lunaria") Pure pearl of silence brooding on the sky, / Presider o'er conception, lamp of dreams, / Altar of nightly spells, of crystal gleams, / Queen of the waters where thou lov'st to lie, With what desire, where the long waves sigh, / Through my dark crucifixions...»
«Whose the flying hands, about me shedding / Fire, and leading me on passionate ways? / No sonorous stones my feet are treading, / But where vatic waters fill the days. / Piercing through the spirit, sharp pilasters / Rise, and candle sting the dark like bees. / Oh, the hearts that bloom ...»
«Now dry thy eyes, and shed no tears. / In heaven's straw-pale meadows veers / Aquarius, and earthward peers, / His emptied vessel overturning. No storming snows, no clouds that creep / Across the sheer pure emerald steep, / Whence, thinly-drawn, a ray darts deep / As a keen lance with e...»