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.
«Remembering the last night vision, / Caressed under a velvet throw. / What happen then? And who was winning? / Who’s overthrown? Rethinking everything all over, / Tormented over and above, / I could not name it, could not know it, / Or was it love? Who was the hunter, who was hun...»
«At sunset the crimson light weaves across the lake, / In the grove wood grouses cry with a strident clang. Out an oriole laments, holed up in a tree. / I alone don’t feel like crying, filled with joyful glee. You would slip away to me in the evening dusk, / We would sit in fresh cut hay un...»
«It makes me sad to look at you, / Oh, what a pain, or what a sorrow! / We’re left with willows’ copper hue / In this September chilly morrow. / / Strange lips have scattered and dispelled / Your body warmth and tender quivers. / As if my torpid soul repelled / The drizzle throug...»
«Oh, what a night! I cannot sleep. / Unsettled by this blazing moonness. / As if I reverently keep / Within my soul the wasted youth ways. Oh, lover of the tepid days, / Do not take dalliance for feelings, / But let these lucid moonlight rays / Rain streaming down on my pillow. Allow t...»