Fronting amazed Cythera grows
A wondrous ever-blooming rose
Sacred to Venus, dearer far
Than all her votive blossoms are.
The north wind blows when Autumn closes
And Paphos is in ruin laid,
But in a world of fading roses
There grows one rose that will not fade.
Есть роза дивная: она
Пред изумлённою Киферой
Цветёт, румяна и пышна,
Благословенная Венерой.
Вотще Киферу и Пафос
Мертвит дыхание мороза,
Блестит между минутных роз
Неувядаемая роза…
«And the stony word fell on my bare, / My still breathing, my still living breast. / Nevermind. I knew. I was prepared. / I will cope with it. I'll do my best. / I have work, that cannot be postponed: / To destroy my memory. And then / I must turn my soul into a stone. / I must start to...»
«Farewell! My soul with yearning’s full. / Alone I am as was before, / Again I’m prey to shadow’s pull, / Farewell, my spark, how bright you are! / Farewell! Farewell! I’ve now unfurled my sail, / And sadly at the helm I stand / And darting seagulls’ voices’ wail / And stre...»
«December… Snowdrifts in the yard… / Your words and you I still remember; / How in the snow-night, silver-starred, / So shyly shook your every member. In pearly lace of old Marseilles / You day-dreamed by the velvet curtain: / Around you suitors eyed their prey / On low-slung sofas, ...»
«When our vigor is descending, / And strength beginning to decay, / We must, like temporary tenants, / For new arrivals clear the way. Then save us, our guardian angel, / From harsh reproofs and petty fuss, / From calumny against the changes / The future has in store for us. Let us not ...»