Andrei Bely
- Autumn, by Max Thompson
Андрей Бели (български)
- Есен, Красимир Георгиев
«In the valley the birches are bored. / On the meadows, fog billows and weighs. / Sodden, with horse-dung floored, / The highroad blackens in haze. Rich on the steppe's sleepy air, / The odor of freshly-baked bread. / Bent to their packs, slowly fare / Two beggars to look for a bed. Rou...»
«I'm a plain girl, whose hands are stained with earth. / He is a fisherman he's gay and keen. / The far white sail is drowning in the firth. / Many the seas and rivers he has seen. The women of the Bosphorus, they say, / Are good-looking . . . and I—I'm lean and black. / The white sail d...»
«Black goats I herded with my sister; they / Grazed by red rocks; the grass rose stiff and stinging. / Warming their backs, stones to the foot-hills clinging / Slept dumbly on. And sheer blue shone the bay. / By the gnarled silver of an olive flinging / My drowsy limbs, in its dry shade I l...»
«From the walls the paper's blue is vanished, / The daguerreotypes, the ikons banished. / Only there the deepened blue appears / Where these hid it, hanging through the years. From the heart the memory is perished, / Perished all that long ago it cherished! / Those remain, of whom death hi...»