(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.
«I yearn to live in wild extremes, / Perpetuating things and places / And incarnating all that's faceless — / To carry out all broken dreams. And while life’s nightmare chokes, persisting, / And in my sleep I suffocate, / Perhaps the future, near or distant / Will bring a glad lad, w...»
«May be, in my previous a-being, / I’ve cut the throats of my Mom and Dad, / If in this one — Lord of all the living! — / I have been doomed to suffering like that. If I call for dogs of mine, aloud, / Or just try my own horse to see, / Not obeying all my signs and shouts, / The...»
«In my night-time fever / I see you, O / Winged Victory of Samothrace, / reaching out your arms. First night-silence runs / from you, then your blind / inexorable driving flight / brings giddiness, whirling sick. Your crazy-bright eyes / laugh, and blaze, / and our shadows run behin...»
«At my window pane / A somber birch tree / Is newly adorned / By the frost’s whimsy. It’s like bunches of grapes / That hang from branch tips — / And the mournful shapes / Are a joy to contemplate. I watch the daylight spread / To play along the branches; / But when birds alig...»