And it seemed to me those fires
Were about me till dawn.
And I never learnt —
The colour of those eyes.
Everything was trembling, singing;
Were you my friend or enemy,
And winter was it, or summer?
...И мне показалось, что это огни
Со мною летят до рассвета,
И я не дозналась — какого они,
Глаза эти странные, цвета.
И все трепетало и пело вокруг,
И я не узнала — ты враг или друг,
Зима это или лето.
«The dull air is moist and resounding; / In the forest it is good and no danger. / Once again I will bear obediently / My light cross of solitary walks. And once again a reproach to my heartless fatherland / Will fly up like a wild duck, / It is a gloomy life I take part in / Where every...»
«O let me go, Voronezh, O return me: / You will drop me, Voronezh, or neglect me, / You will let fall me down or put me back, — / Voronezh — whim, Voronezh — raven, knife...»
«"Octets" I. I love the uprise of a texture, / To see after two, three or some / Air gasps, when there will be a gesture, / And deep straightening breath then will come. / 5 And space, like a child, half awoken / Chalks arcs with the sail of the yacht, — / The shapes so untied a...»
«Nature does not allow one to / Remove the veil from her beauty, / And you will not yield from her with machines / That which your spirit cannot fathom.»