A whisper, timid breathing.
A nightingale's trill,
The silver and the rocking
Of a drowsy rill.
Night's light, night's shades,
Shades without cease,
A series of magic changes
In a dear face,
In smoky clouds a rose's purple,
An amber's sheen,
And kissing, and tears,
And dawn, dawn!..
Шёпот, робкое дыханье,
Трели соловья,
Серебро и колыханье
Сонного ручья,
Свет ночной, ночные тени,
Тени без конца,
Ряд волшебных изменений
Милого лица,
В дымных тучках пурпур розы,
Отблеск янтаря,
И лобзания, и слёзы,
И заря, заря!..
«Rebellion of machines / / Escape — to yourself, to republic of Haiti, to churches, to toilets, / to Egypt — / Escape! / / The heap...»
«With every passing day it is becoming harder / To find the things I lived with when a child so well. / Where are the "lightening" lamps? Where is black powder? / Where is black water from the bottom of the well? Where is "Isle of Dead" in decadency framing? / Where are the photographs of mo...»
«There he comes up to soda water booth / As if it were a real clockwork toy, / An arrogant sophisticated boy, / A favourite of slot machines, like youth. / / Then, the conceited fantasist first-class, / Inserts a coin into the slot, and putting / His cheek to tender splashes softly sh...»
«It's thirteen now! Quite recently / We welcomed greeting it with love. / At thirteen, wilfully and boldly / It showed its nature well enough. / / Again, your day of birth is coming... / You vicious naughty boy! For once / Do not expect either good wishes / Or great festivities from ...»