Run-down and worn from daily rambles
I will forsake the bustling whims
To bring to mind the sores of troubles
And stir the former, bygone dreams...
If only I could breathe instilling
The joy of spring into her soul!
Oh no, I do not aim at killing
Her childish idleness at all!
I'd better keep my soul from striving
To her unearthly heights, alas,
Where happiness appears shining,
But it is not designed for us.
Усталый от дневных блужданий
Уйду порой от суеты
Воспомнить язвы тех страданий,
Встревожить прежние мечты...
Когда б я мог дохнуть ей в душу
Весенним счастьем в зимний день!
О нет, зачем, зачем разрушу
Ее младенческую лень?
Довольно мне нестись душою
К ее небесным высотам,
Где счастье брежжит нам порою,
Но предназначено не нам.
«“You are with me once more, Autumn my friend!” / Annensky Let any, who will, still bask in the south / On the paradisal sand, / It’s northerly here — and this year of the north / Autumn will be my friend. I’ll live, in a dream, in a stranger’s house / Where perhaps I have di...»
«So again we triumph! / Again we do not come! / Our speeches silent, / Our words, dumb. / Our eyes that have not met / Again, are lost; / And only tears forget / The grip of frost. / A wild-rose bush near Moscow / Knows something of / This pain that will be called / Immortal lov...»
«Black and enduring seperation / I share equally with you. / Why weep? Give me your hand, / Promise me you will come again. / You and I are like high / Mountains and we can’t move closer. / Just send me word / At midnight sometime through the stars.»
«It is your lynx eyes, Asia, / That spied something in me, / Teased it out, occult / And born of stillness, / Oppessive and difficult / Like the noon heat in Termez. / As though pre-memory’s years / Flowed like lava into the mind... / As if I were drinking my own tears / From a st...»