The pain appeared to be relentless:
The night was burning low outside;
She wrung her arms like she was senseless,
And they would shimmer in the light.
The meaningless life, nearly ending,
Continued to torture and scold;
As thought a ghost that was ascending,
The day revealed the domes of gold;
The passersby seemed few at first,
But now their footsteps multiplied;
And in gray puddles, rings dispersed,
As drops of rain fell from the sky;
The morning lingered and dissolved...
My burdens clouded everything;
And sadly, nothing was resolved
By the deluge of tears in spring.
Я помню длительные муки:
Ночь догорала за окном;
Её заломленные руки
Чуть брезжили в луче дневном.
Вся жизнь, ненужно изжитая,
Пытала, унижала, жгла;
А там, как призрак возрастая,
День обозначил купола;
И под окошком участились
Прохожих быстрые шаги;
И в серых лужах расходились
Под каплями дождя круги;
И утро длилось, длилось, длилось...
И праздный тяготил вопрос;
И ничего не разрешилось
Весенним ливнем бурных слёз.
«A girl is freezing in a telephone booth, / huddled in her flimsy coat, / her face stained by tears / and smeared with lipstick. She breathes on her thin little fingers. / Fingers like ice. Glass beads in her ears. She has to beat her way back alone / down the icy street. First frost. A...»
«A girl freezes in a telephone booth. / In her draughty overcoat she hides / A face all smeared / in lipstick and tears. She breathes on her thin palms. / Her fingers are icicles. She wears ear-rings. She'll have to walk home alone, / Along the ice-bound street. First ice. The very first...»
«Now, with your palms on the blades of my shoulders, / Let us embrace: / Let there be only your lips’ breath on my face, / Only, behind our backs, the plunge of the rollers. Our backs, which like two shells in moonlight shine, / Are shut behind us now; / We lie here huddled, listening br...»
«The nose grows during the whole of one’s life / (from scientific sources) Yesterday my doctor told me: / “Clever you may be, however / Your snout is frozen.” / So don’t go out in the cold, / Nose! On me, on you, on Capuchin monks, / According to well-known medical laws / Rele...»