Motor-scooter roaring
past the sanatorium!
Behind the handlebars
like Rublyov angels: loving riders.
As in the fresco of the Annunciation
with its strident white tone
see their women scattering a shine
behind them, like wings on their spine!
The splaying of their dress!
Tugged back from the handlebars!
Thrust into my shoulders
a wing’s white fleece!
Shall I fly off?
Drop down
like a falcon?
A stone? –
Autumn.
The skies. The good
red woods.
Мимо санатория
реют мотороллеры.
За рулем влюбленные —
как ангелы рублевские.
Фреской Благовещенья,
резкой белизной
за ними блещут женщины,
как крылья за спиной!
Их одежда плещет,
рвется от руля,
вонзайтесь в мои плечи,
белые крыла.
Улечу ли?
Кану ль?
Соколом ли?
Камнем?
Осень. Небеса.
Красные леса.
«From the archangel height of the seat / To do evangelic deeds. / River burns, dark for miles far hence. / O distance! Distance! Distance! In piercing straightness of the lashes of the eye / With a firestorm onto the birds to fly. / The hooves! The wings! Bound up tight! / O height! Heig...»
«And I need no girl. / By the cold of will, / By the trace of blue / I will alone go. Widowed and an orphan / You were till I conquered. / By the willing trace / Of rushing spring water. I'll wash away feats / From the glory, from pus. / In your glory I'll / Give drink to the hors...»
«O, by every wind / Shaken lotus! / George's shyness, / George's kindness... The childish — severe — deadly importance / Of gigantic eyes / Wide and moist. Thus deadly torment / From the rags peers. / And the excessive / Weight of a spear Not here — with a proud / Laugh,...»
«With thorn, not with laurel / As a king crowned, / In a saddle — with wings! Around the shape narrow / On the black velvet / Maltese gold is. Unbreakable thorn / Needles — a vow / To friend and God. High bending / Of a swan, on the side / A Maltese sword. The knight of Mal...»