The evening shades have yet to sink,
But moonlight’s shining in the lake.
The heart, the soul — and everything
Feels superstitious and opaque...
This superstition leads to yearning,
And in the mist that glows opaque,
Foreseeing bliss, the heart is burning,
The pale moon shines in the lake...
Somebody’s whispering and singing,
And barely breathing, I await, —
I’m sensing greatness in this gleaming,
I’ve lost the greatness, I’m afraid...
And now, without a hesitation,
As evening shades sink in the haze,
I recollect the inspirations
Of superstitious bygone days...
Не легли еще тени вечерние,
А луна уж блестит на воде.
Всё туманнее, всё суевернее
На душе и на сердце — везде...
Суеверье рождает желания,
И в туманном и чистом везде
Чует сердце блаженство свидания,
Бледный месяц блестит на воде...
Кто-то шепчет, поет и любуется,
Я дыханье мое затаил, —
В этом блеске великое чуется,
Но великое я пережил...
И теперь лишь, как тени вечерние
Начинают ложиться смелей,
Возникают на миг суевернее
Вдохновенья обманутых дней...
«Florence was my stepmother, / But I came to rest in Ravenna, / Passer-by, speak not of betrayal, / Let death seal such events. Above my white-washed tomb / A pigeon coos, sweet bird, / I dream only of my city, / To her alone keep my word. Songs played with a broken lute / Sound diffe...»
«Guardian angel was watching, / In my room where fire glowed. / He kept eye over the lodging, / Where, in ailment, I abode. Driven frail by the sickness, / From my fellows far away, / I would dream, and in sequence / Before me the visions lay. I could see myself headed / From my birth...»
«I have seen in a dream a juniper brush, / I have heard a distant metallical crush, / A ringing of amethyst berries I caught, / And quietly sleeping, I liked it a lot. I sensed through the dream the sap in the air. / Looking in through the branches I was aware, / In the gloom of the wood, ...»
«Swallow tweets fair and confiding, / Cuts the air with wings agile, / Every current she is fighting / Saving strengths all the while. / Soars the pits and soars the heaven, / In perusal of the pest, / At the cornice of the cabin / Until daybreak taking rest. Overcome by her behaviors,...»