One bearded sage concluded: there's no motion.
Without a word, another walked before him.
He couldn’t answer better; all adored him
And all agreed that he disproved that notion.
But one can see it all in a different light,
For me, another funny thought comes into play:
We watch the sun move all throughout the day
And yet the stubborn Galileo had it right.
Движенья нет, сказал мудрец брадатый.
Другой смолчал и стал пред ним ходить.
Сильнее бы не мог он возразить;
Хвалили все ответ замысловатый.
Но, господа, забавный случай сей
Другой пример на память мне приводит:
Ведь каждый день пред нами Солнце ходит,
Однако ж прав упрямый Галилей.
«I am defiantly wearing his ring / — Yes, in Eternity — as wife, not on paper. — / His overly narrow face — / Like a sword. His mute mouth, angles down, / Painfully gorgeous eyebrows. / In his face tragically merged / Two ancient blood lines. He is thin like first fragile branc...»
«1. The August day was slowly melting / Into the golden afternoon dust. / A few rattling trams, / And people passing. Absent-mindedly, as if without a goal, / I took a quiet lane. / And — I remember — the soft pealing / Of bells. I envision your pose / I decide everything on the...»
«4. War, war! — burn incense before the icons! / And the clatter of spurs. / But the Tsar's proclamations do not concern me, / Neither do the poeople's quarrels. I seem on a fraiyed tightrope / I — a tiny dancer. / I — the shadow of someone's shadow. / I — a sleepwalker / B...»
«6. Falling leaves over your grave, / And the smell of winter. / Listen to the dead, listen, my dear: / You are still mine. Laughing! — In the blessed road cloak! / Moon high. / My - so surely and so unalterably, / Like this hand. Again with a bundle I walk up early in the morning / ...»