Why am I too amicable with others
Feeling that of all he is the farthest?
Why can’t I though shunning him elsewhere
Still not run him into, here and there?
Why on seeing him do I get angry,
At all exasperated, all and sundry?
Why when I am left with him in private
Do I scoff at him offended by it?
Afterwards the night through I'll be crying.
Who can tell the answer, who is prying?
Отчего со всеми я любезна,
Только с ним нас разделяет бездна?
Отчего с ним, хоть его бегу я,
Не встречаться всюду не могу я?
Отчего, когда его увижу,
Словно весь я свет возненавижу?
Отчего, как с ним должна остаться,
Так и рвусь над ним же издеваться?
Отчего — кто разрешит задачу? —
До зари потом всю ночь проплачу?
«From the bag / To the floor things fell down. / And I think / That the world / Is only a grin / Glimmering / On the hanged man’s mouth.»
«My bag breaks / and everything falls to the floor. / It occurs to me / the world is a grin that flickers / on a hanged man’s dead face.»
«Winganging with golden writing / Of the thinnest veins, / The grasshopper put inside of his body sails / Many stems of riverside grass. / Pin-pin-pin! — a magpie’s blast. / Oh, swanarvel! / Oh, raise up!»
«Glitter-letter wing-winker / gossamer grasshopper / packs his belly-basket / with credo-meadow grass. / Zin! Zin! Zin! sings / the raucous racket-bird! / Swan-white wonder! / Brighter, brighter, bright!»