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?
«1 From the totality / Of excesses, haste, / Machinery and greed / Arose the state. / The state stood for a fortress, sword, / Law and agreement. The state / Became the center / Of ill-managed, widespread evil: / A giant armored stomach, / In which the people function / ...»
«Farewell, my dear friend, farewell, / Within my heart you’ll stay, / And as we part, I can foretell / That we shall meet some day. Without a hand or a word, good-bye, / Don’t mourn for me or grieve — / For it’s not new for us to die, / Not newer still, to live.»
«Hail glorious grief! For yesterday died — / Passed away irreplaceably the king with gray eyes. That evening in autumn was scarlet and sad, / My husband came home and tranquilly said: “From the forest they brought him, he was hunting, you see, / They found his body by an old oak tree....»
«I'm glad that your obsession isn't me, / I'm glad that it's not you that haunts me so, / That never underneath our feet will flee / The solid ground of the earthly globe. I'm glad that I can joke with you and tease — / That I can be myself--without games, / That at the slightest to...»