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.
«So? Hot grog or cognac poured to waylay? / From chills to cold - the route is barred. / Through dishes' jingling, music's playing — / The lilac twilight cloaks the bar. As if entombed by thick and solid / And smooth expanse of polished glass, / Light blue aquarium is gorged with stolid...»
«I come undone and any ploy, / Insanity’d be welcome now, / They stroll toward me (by Fate employed) / An armless man with pregnant spouse. An angel hands a lyre to me, / The world turns lucid — crystal glassed, / While they, called up by new marquee, / Will gape at Charlie’s lates...»
«The secrets under Maya’s garments / My hand is timid to reveal. / Reflected world of wonders, charming / In your large pupil — seems surreal. And combinations intertwining / Spell love, show parts of city street — / The neon lights and Ether shining / Spring’s verve and thaw it ...»
«Oh peaceful hours of precious solitude! / Epiphanies I treasure like prized grain — / Which sprouts from my soul’s dark terrain / From inspiration’s seed to charmed and verdant fruit. Souls' torments in the days gone by / And wine — set heart aflame; / While now sole remains / ...»