What a cold autumn!
Put on your shawl and bonnet.
Look: beyond the pines
It’s as if a fire is rising.
Close to you, I always remember
The radiance of an autumn night;
Its phosphorous eyes still shine,
But they no longer warm me.
Какая холодная осень!
Надень свою шаль и капот.
Смотри, — из-за дремлющих сосен
Как будто пожар восстаёт.
Сияние северной ночи
Я помню всегда близ тебя:
И светят фосфо́рные очи,
Да только не греют меня.
«to Valentina Serova I buried love and doomed myself to be / Its monument. Above the recent grave / Upon myself I carved a dozen lines, / Beyond my strength and posthumously brave. Love, like a runner in the marathon, / Had reached the tape but yet had lost all breath. / My love had lost ...»
«to Valentina Serova I cannot write a single line of verse, / Not to the girl you were, nor to you now. / And after all the bitter words we've said / Why should we meet again for one more row? For what you gave when I was with you — thanks! / I never reckoned the precise degree / Of how...»
«My sister — life — in a flood of spring rain / Has bruised herself blue all around us today, / But people in watches seem peevish and vain / And bite so politely, like vipers in hay. The old have their motives for such goings on, / Your motives moat likely are silly, I'll bet: / That ...»
«On pavements I will pound them out / Of sun and glass combined; / In winter, let the loft resound / As mildewed corners read my lines. The attic will itself declaim, / With bow to wintry window frame, / And up to ledge and roof will rise / A leap of wonders, woes, and signs. A month an...»