It seems the sea, that scourge of ages,
contrives your genius to inspire?
You laud upon your golden lyre
old Neptune’s trident as he rages.
Don’t waste your praise. These days you’ll find
that sea and land have no division.
On any element mankind
is tyrant, traitor, or in prison.
Так море, древний душегубец,
Воспламеняет гений твой?
Ты славишь лирой золотой
Нептуна грозного трезубец.
Не славь его. В наш гнусный век
Седой Нептун земли союзник.
На всех стихиях человек —
Тиран, предатель или узник.
«Good poetry just tantalizes me, / Bad poems are so sweet for some reason: / They don't hurt me,don't sting my soul like bee, / Indeed,they have warmth of the "velvet" season. / They are like such sweet lemonade for me / Or a light silk dressing-gown,let even artsy. / For genius I have a ...»
«In wide-brimmed hats and long duffel coats, / With notebooks full of your verse, / Long ago like fallen lilac sprigs, / Into dust you've since dispersed. You're in that land, where no shape's ready-made, / Where everything's disjointed, blurred, aborted, / Where the sky is replaced by a b...»
«Months of languor have settled in / Can it be that life is over, / Or, its work done, has come / Like a late guest to the table... It wants to drink, but won't touch wine, / And wants to eat, but has no appetite. / It listens to the whisper of an ash / And to a goldfinch singing outside...»
«In this world where our / Role is obscure and frail, / You and I will both grow old / Like the king in a fairy tale. Our life, shining patiently, / Burns out in a forbidden land, / And silently we meet there / Fate's inevitable hand. And when those silver streaks / Begin to glitter i...»