I still recall a wonder vision.
The moment you before me shone,
A fleeting Genius apparition,
A perfect beauty paragon.
Through hopeless sorrow that oppressed me,
Through life's alarm and senseless schemes
That caring voice and soul caressed me,
And that dear face would fill my dreams.
Years passed. The stormwinds whirled against me,
Scattering former dreams of grace,
And I forgot your voice caressed me,
Forgot your beatific face.
In wastes, away...in isolation
My days dragged on through quiet years,
No sense of God.... no inspiration
No sense of life... no love... no tears.
The soul awakened to a vision.
Before me once again you shone:
A fleeting genius apparition,
A perfect beauty paragon.
The heart now bounds in exaltation.
In resurrection reappears
The sense of God... and inspiration
And sense of life... and love... and tears
Я помню чудное мгновенье:
Передо мной явилась ты,
Как мимолетное виденье,
Как гений чистой красоты.
В томленьях грусти безнадежной,
В тревогах шумной суеты,
Звучал мне долго голос нежный
И снились милые черты.
Шли годы. Бурь порыв мятежный
Рассеял прежние мечты,
И я забыл твой голос нежный,
Твои небесные черты.
В глуши, во мраке заточенья
Тянулись тихо дни мои
Без божества, без вдохновенья,
Без слез, без жизни, без любви.
Душе настало пробужденье:
И вот опять явилась ты,
Как мимолетное виденье,
Как гений чистой красоты.
И сердце бьется в упоенье,
И для него воскресли вновь
И божество, и вдохновенье,
И жизнь, и слезы, и любовь.
«Radiant ranks of seraphim / Stir the air about our bed. / With their windy wings and dim / Our hot cheeks are comforted. Low the circling seraphs bend, / And we tremble and rejoice / At hosannas that ascend, / Winged with their unearthly voice. Cloudy luminous faces hover, / And the ...»
«Que tes mains soient bénies, car elles sont impures. / Remy de Gourmont. The shining of your golden eyes I bless! / That broke my dark delirium with light. The smile that wavers on your lips I bless! / It kindled me like wine, it rent my night. The poison in your kisses hid, I bless! / A...»
«If you kept faith, or not, does it avail? / If I was faithful or unfaithful to you? / Our eyes that would look elsewhere flinch and fail, / Yet not my will has power to undo you. / Once more I tremble, so once more you pale, / As the forebodings of old pain break through you. / The momen...»
«Kindling the air, fierce birds with feathers of fire, / Through the white portals of Paradise flamed like desire. / Virgin vistas reared, lit with quivering red, / And beyond seas were the trackless wanderers fled. But on the pillars of marble, on the threshold were thrown / Crimson shadows...»