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.
«I cannot stand the rays / Of banal stars at night / Greetings, my madness old, / Gun tower's searing height. Become a whirling stone / A cobweb become instead: / The empty heaven's chest / Wound with a thinning thread. My time will come as well / Spreading the wings as I ought / Bu...»
«I take no joy in the pleasures of the strife / And nature is a graying dot today / And only in light drunkenness I may / Experience the colors of my life. / The wind is playing with a cloud immersed / An anchor falls to bottom of the sea / And breathless like a canvas under me / Soul o...»
«Let's head to village of the Tsar / Where drunken, swept by wind and free / Young men are smiling right at me / Riding on horseback high and far. / Let's head to village of the Tsar! Parks, castles, stables in a row / And on the trees are lumps of snow / And to the shouts — "be well, ...»
«All day long the autumn's dampened air / In confoundment and angst I have inhaled. / I would like a supper — and the stars are / In a blackened purse and gold and pale! And as with a yellow fog o'ergrown, / I descend into a tiny hole; / Nowhere such a restaurant have I known / Nor suc...»