Why, pretty gal, are you hexing about
With eyes and shoulders, in turn?
Thus you'll excite even me, no doubt,
Though, I don't feel concern.
Yet, for this dangerous game men stay ready,
Many you will captivate
Until you turn from a passionate lady
Into good mother and mate.
And after all ups and downs of th' roam,
Losses, wins, odds of the game,
You'll reappear, Aphrodite, from pink foam,
As you are now, the same.
Милая девушка, что ты колдуешь
Черным зрачком и плечом?
Так и меня ты, пожалуй, взволнуешь,
Только — я здесь ни при чем.
Знаю, что этой игрою опасной
Будешь ты многих пленять,
Что превратишься из женщины страстной
В умную нежную мать.
Но, испытавши судьбы перемены, —
Сколько блаженств и потерь! —
Вновь ты родишься из розовой пены
Точно такой, как теперь.
«Like a weak ray through black gloom of the hells — / Thus is your voice against exploding cannonballs. And in the thunder, just like some seraph / Announces in a voice tone-deaf — Somewhere from foggy mornings long ago — / How he did love us blind and nameless so — For sin — apos...»
«10 Here is he — look — tired of the foreign lands, / A chief without friends. Here — drinks from mountain rapids with his hand — / A knight with no land. There's all for him: knighthood, and land, / Mother, and bread. Great's your inheritance — so rule this land, / Friend wi...»
«12 His friends — do not bother him! / His servants — do not bother him! / From his face it was evident deemed: / Not from this world does my kingdom come. Eternal snowstorms circled the veins / Hunched-over shoulders bent from the wings, / In singing cut, into baked-over flame / H...»
«Not a broken rib — / A broken wing. Not to the shooters shot — / Through chest. Not to take out This bullet. Wing can't be repaired. / He walked impaired. *** Sticky is crown of thorns on the head! / What is the noise of mob to one dead, The swan's down of woman's flattery... / He...»