Among the glaucous waves that kiss gold Tauris' beaches
I saw a Nereid, as dawn flushed heaven's reaches.
I barely dared to breathe, hid in the olive trees,
While the young demigoddess rose above the seas;
Her young, her swan-white breast above the waters lifting,
From her soft hair she wrung the foam in garlands
drifting.
Среди зелёных волн, лобзающих Тавриду,
На утренней заре я видел нереиду.
Сокрытый меж дерев, едва я смел дохнуть:
Над ясной влагою полубогиня грудь
Младую, белую как лебедь, воздымала
И пену из власов струёю выжимала.
«(The Little Orchestra of Hope) When all at once, the sound of trumpets / Still faint, commands a fierce grip, / When sudden words like midnight falcons / Swoop down from the fevered lips, / When melody bursts out, unbidden, / It wanders side by side with men: / The little orchestra ...»
«Spring has assaulted every boulder — / The topsoil bursts with sprouting seeds, / Only my son's steadfast toy soldier / Is doomed to his heroic deeds. A joyless master somehow happened / To join this set of tiny parts... / Ask the toy soldier: Are you happy? / And he will fire at your...»
«I take a slab of lovely red clay, / I squeeze and I knead it in my own way, / And I strike its flesh, / I punch / and I flay... / And once my potter's wheel starts to stall / ...»
«Went to see mother — but she died. / Father — they shot him years ago. / Our eagle from the mountainside / Eclipses the whole world below. / And stuffed with slogans to the gills, / Made filthy by that filthy shadow / I want to ask you something sad now / You wretched men, while w...»