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.
«The sticky sky smells blue-gray, it's the odor of udder. / Show me some loving, be good to me! / I am bleeding. You are my fatality. / I am nailed up to die on an old empty tree.»
«The moon begins to flow — / reveals herself, / conceals herself, / then somebody squeals: oh! / and disintegrates the sky. / Gloss-face drapes herself / in a chorus of clouds. / Bread's set out on the table. Soup's on. / They say a naked woman / is beautiful by moonlight. / Rou...»
«But your glance is pale, horse-eye pale, / silvered with a bluish streak. / Your hair is all tangled. Shadows of vice / weave a dazzling design. Oh, young men! Happy the man / who has never known passion's fire, / for he knows stars unseen by you / in the dark blue steep of the sky.»
«In periwinkle potion, / you earthworms, kindle / two watery rocks / in a black thread. / I'm a charred log / of obscure reputation; / it's not that I'm empty / or especially awful — / I'm just worn out, / I'm not hot anymore. / I sit here. Warm me. / Keep my face from moving ...»