Share with me your dreams of living,
Address yourself directly to my soul;
What cannot be expressed in words alone –
Fan into my soul in the form of sound.
Поделись живыми снами,
Говори душе моей;
Что не выскажешь словами —
Звуком на душу навей.
«That Castalian current, / Reciprocity, is not blocked! / By correspondence: beyond my eye / Lies, a larger reality. Beyond calling, beyond seeing / Like a certain long la / Between my mouth and temptation / A mile of distance... Blessed are the longitudes, / The latitudes of oblivion...»
«Wait for me and I’ll be back / Only wait for me, / When your sadness turns in black, / Yellow rains are free. / When the snows fall down like fate, / When there is a heat, / When the others cannot wait, / Don’t remember a bit. / Wait when from the far-far place / Letters cannot...»
«February. Get out the ink and weep! / Sob in February, sob and sing / While the wet snow rumbles in the street / And burns with the black spring. / / Take a cab. For a coin / Be carried through church bells, the chirp of tyres / To a place where the torrential rain / Is louder stil...»
«And I shall tell you at the end: / farewell, don’t pledge self to love, helpless. / I go mad, or just ascend / to the high echelon of madness. How had you loved? — You’d put aside / even the Death. But ‘tis not matter. / How had you loved? You’d done that right, / but you ...»