Blows the swan wind,
The blue sky’s smeared
With blood; the anniversary
Of your love’s first days draws near.
You have destroyed
My sorcery; like water the years
Have drifted by. Why
Aren’t you old, but as you were?
Your tender voice even more ringing...
Only your serene brow
Has taken from time’s wing
A scattering of snow.
Веет ветер лебединый,
Небо синее в крови.
Наступают годовщины
Первых дней твоей любви.
Ты мои разрушил чары,
Годы плыли, как вода.
Отчего же ты не старый,
А такой, как был тогда?
Даже звонче голос нежный,
Только времени крыло
Осенило славой снежной
Безмятежное чело.
«I have seen in a dream a juniper brush, / I have heard a distant metallical crush, / A ringing of amethyst berries I caught, / And quietly sleeping, I liked it a lot. I sensed through the dream the sap in the air. / Looking in through the branches I was aware, / In the gloom of the wood, ...»
«Swallow tweets fair and confiding, / Cuts the air with wings agile, / Every current she is fighting / Saving strengths all the while. / Soars the pits and soars the heaven, / In perusal of the pest, / At the cornice of the cabin / Until daybreak taking rest. Overcome by her behaviors,...»
«The arboreal chapel was nearing closure. / Barely cleared his windpipe, the siskin. / A lone nightingale's unsilenced composure / Over the world rang from the foliage. The more I expelled you, insidious impulse, / The less I could look down at you laughing. / To silence yourself in the gl...»
«Wrapped in kisses and spells, in the plains, / With the wind you were one time wed, / You are seemingly covered in chains, / My invaluable woman friend! Neither happily nor stricken down, / From a dark sky you walk with gravity, / You are both the song of my wedding vow, / And my star s...»