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.
«Every evening now I pray / God to let me dream of you: / I have loved you to the point / Where I can no longer love. Every day I take a walk / Past our now deserted rooms, / Trying to arouse my memory, / But she can’t remember you… And I stubbornly repeat / Your name again and ye...»
«In those days the first words / Were heard in infantile melody, / Jehovah’s youthful anger roared / Above the world like spring thunder, And the cedars learned to cast their shade, / And Eve — she had only just fallen, / And her depths boiled with seed, / And the world was God, and ...»
«Oh, the unconquerable heaviness / Of these waters silenced / Behind centuries-old dams! Oh Lord! It’s still the same, it’s hard for me / With my heart full to overflowing, / And a muse who’s un-talkative.»
«The greedy saline soil had eaten everything. / I rooted out the twisted, writhen roots of / The vines that curled here once upon a time – / The earth was nubbly, desiccated, scabby, / Like a feverish sick woman’s lips... / Beneath its lacerated sole my foot / Grew calloused from lean...»