My earthly heart gets cold and all,
But I sustain the shivers boldly.
I keep my love of people fondly,
Unanswered reverence, in my soul.
But love is followed by discord
Which ripens into strong intention
To read oblivion or award
In men's and ladies reflection.
Well, let them call. Forget it all!
Go back to your sweet home, you poet!
Oh no! I'd better freeze and fall!
There is no peace on earth — I know it.
Земное сердце стынет вновь,
Но стужу я встречаю грудью.
Храню я к людям на безлюдьи
Неразделённую любовь.
Но за любовью — зреет гнев,
Растёт презренье и желанье
Читать в глазах мужей и дев
Печать забвенья, иль избранья.
Пускай зовут: Забудь, поэт!
Вернись в красивые уюты!
Нет! Лучше сгинуть в стуже лютой!
Уюта — нет. Покоя — нет.
«You’re gone away, and I’m in desert, / Pressing myself against hot sand. / But now my mouth can’t profess it — / The proud word that’s to be said. I see my past without sadness — / I’ve understood your sacred heights: / Yes, you’re the Galilee, so precious / To me — ...»
«Far away in misty northern / Region craggy outcrop’s loom / Mars the boundlessness of ocean, / Wondrous face in watery tomb. Hewn from sharp-edged cliff-face, stirring / Northern folk of simple stock, / Pious minds a visage conjuring, / Maiden dark they call the rock. Often midst the...»
«At evening time above the restaurants / There hangs a fetid muffled cloud, / With cries of rowdy drunk belligerence / Holds sway the vernal rotten crowd. A long way from the dusty passage, / The dachas lost in dull ennui, / A pretzel glints its leaden message / And childish whimper call...»
«You lived a lot, and I sang more... / You bore affliction, life you tested, / Your unseen spirit t’wards me tore, / The ocean roared, as billow crested... The chains already bind your soul; / The storm assails it with its swirling; / But mine is free: its dusty scroll / Is sky-blown b...»