O storm-cloud, the tempest's survival, alone
Like mad do you rush o'er the heavenly dome;
Alone do you cast as you drift on your way
A dark, brooding shade on the jubilant day.
A short while ago you lay cloaking the sky,
And great forks of lightning flared round you on high.
You thundered and roared over forest and plain
And fed thirsting earth with a bounty of rain.
Enough! Make you haste! Do not tarry... Begone!
The earth is refreshed, and the rain-storm has flown,
And tame though the wind is, it stubbornly tries
To make you desert the now radiant skies.
Последняя туча рассеянной бури!
Одна ты несешься по ясной лазури,
Одна ты наводишь унылую тень,
Одна ты печалишь ликующий день.
Ты небо недавно кругом облегала,
И молния грозно тебя обвивала;
И ты издавала таинственный гром
И алчную землю поила дождем.
Довольно, сокройся! Пора миновалась,
Земля освежилась, и буря промчалась,
И ветер, лаская листочки древес,
Тебя с успокоенных гонит небес.
«Yes, yes! In blind and tender passion / wear out the pain, burn out the fire; / rip your heart up, like a letter, / lose your mind, and then expire. And then? Once more to roll away / the gravestone that lies over you; / to love once more, and flash your feet / upon a stage of moonlit b...»
«Enter bringing me a dream, / or some gorgeousness from hell, / or bring me God if you're from Him, / but little acts of meaning well, / leave on the hatstand in the hall. / Here on this pea we call the earth, / either be angel or be demon, / but to be human — what's the worth / of ...»
«The stopper in the iodine / has rotted from the strength inside, / the way the soul will burn unseen / and eat the flesh it's occupied.»
«Lady's washed her hands so long, / Lady's scrubbed her hands so hard, / and this lady won't forget / the blood around the neck. Lady, lady! Like a bird / you twitch about your sleepless bed. / Three hundred years you've had no sleep — / and six years now I've stayed awake.»