Aren’t you the one who lights soul’s fire?
Uncovers all that it has hidden?
And did you not the song inspire
That mad and random comes unbidden?
Have faith! I’ll give you back this life
When you unveil another chantry
To poet burdened by his strife,
From dark to light construct a gantry!
Oh carry me to distant land,
A country that is still uncharted,
I’ll scan horizon’s limits and
Declare — «O God! Now life has started!»
Не ты ли душу оживишь?
Не ты ли ей откроешь тайны?
Не ты ли песни окрылишь,
Что так безумны, так случайны?..
О, верь! Я жизнь тебе отдам,
Когда бессчастному поэту
Откроешь двери в новый храм,
Укажешь путь из мрака к свету!..
Не ты ли в дальнюю страну,
В страну неведомую ныне,
Введешь меня — я вдаль взгляну
И вскрикну: «Бог! Конец пустыне!»
«to Valentina Serova I cannot write a single line of verse, / Not to the girl you were, nor to you now. / And after all the bitter words we've said / Why should we meet again for one more row? For what you gave when I was with you — thanks! / I never reckoned the precise degree / Of how...»
«My sister — life — in a flood of spring rain / Has bruised herself blue all around us today, / But people in watches seem peevish and vain / And bite so politely, like vipers in hay. The old have their motives for such goings on, / Your motives moat likely are silly, I'll bet: / That ...»
«On pavements I will pound them out / Of sun and glass combined; / In winter, let the loft resound / As mildewed corners read my lines. The attic will itself declaim, / With bow to wintry window frame, / And up to ledge and roof will rise / A leap of wonders, woes, and signs. A month an...»
«My age, my beast, who can / Gaze into your pupils / And with his blood cement / The vertebrae of two centuries? Blood the Builder gushes / From the throat of earthly things, / The parasite must tremble / On the threshold of new days. A creature drags its backbone / As long as it's al...»