(From "The Moon in Zenith")
A. K.
Of the pearl’s light and agate’s clouds
Of the such fairly smoked glass,
By slopes of so sudden mounds,
She sailed such solemnly in skies —
As if the Moon Sonata’s sounds
Had cut our roadway at once.
А. К (озловскому)
Из перламутра и агата,
Из задымленного стекла,
Так неожиданно покато
И так торжественно плыла,—
Как будто «Лунная соната»
Нам сразу путь пересекла.
«To Valery Briusov How frenzied the deceased looks! / How often the coffin stands lonely. / In anguished horror an admirer / Looks at her sharp high brow. I catch a whiff of dungeons, / The awful scrape of grave digging, – / You have come in. As at a duel, / Your frockcoat is buttoned...»
«That evening was dimly-smoldering, – / But for me it was a fiery one. / On that evening, as you had been hankering, / We went out to the Union. I remember your hands, weak from happiness, / The veins – networks of navy blue. / And my touching you hand was impossible, / Both were cov...»
«No, today I do not want you, / Memory, so just hold your tongue, / You vainglorious procuress, / Don’t procure me anyone. Don’t seduce me down dark alleys, / To the places left behind – / To the bold or to the timid / Lips I’ve kissed so many times. Sacrilegiously inspired, / ...»
«Every evening now I pray / God to let me dream of you: / I have loved you to the point / Where I can no longer love. Every day I take a walk / Past our now deserted rooms, / Trying to arouse my memory, / But she can’t remember you… And I stubbornly repeat / Your name again and ye...»