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…
«How the chest breathes, fresh, voluminous – / Words are incapable of expressing a thing! / How in the ravines at midday loudly / Into milky froth cascade rivulets! The ether pulses and melts with song. / In the planted field rye gathers green – / And a gentle voice is heard humming: /...»
«Aflame with a thirst for light / The dawn is ashamed to arise; / Frigid, clear, and albumine, / A bird's wing sprung up. / The sun is still invisible, / But the soul is alright.»
«In strange greetings / I hear speech's soft tones, / See familiar eyes, / Sense the heart's pulse. — Common-bond manacles / Are sanded by sounds... / Their silent suffering / Only you will understand!»
«The embers fade. A lucid flame / flickers in the half-light, / like a butterfly’s azure wing / on a scarlet poppy. A scattering of motley visions / soothes my tired eyes. / Faces I can’t quite distinguish / gaze from the grey ash. Past happiness and sadness rise – / a friendly,...»