Books and a pencil case in a strap, as I
Sauntered home, with the school receding.
These lindens, I’m sure, won’t forget the time,
My merry boy, of our very first meeting.
Only now that little cygnet, once gray,
Changed, becoming a haughty swan,
And sorrow descended like an undying ray
On my life, and my voice is gone.
В ремешках пенал и книги были,
Возвращалась я домой из школы.
Эти липы, верно, не забыли
Нашей встречи, мальчик мой весёлый.
Только, ставши лебедем надменным,
Изменился серый лебедёнок.
А на жизнь мою лучом нетленным
Грусть легла, и голос мой незвонок.
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«The people change addresses, move, / They part and leave and disappear, / And only an autumn grove / Is permanent, it will be here. What in the very end remains? / Not idle talks or strained relations, — / — A mowed field, the vast of plains, / A forest road to a train station. Th...»
«I am an eye stripped of its lid. I’ve been abandoned on the ground, / So I’ll dismantle and reflect this world… / The images, they slide. I feel, I heed, / But they are merely glimpses that I can’t hold down. And often during dusk, when stacks are blowing smoke / Over the blue-lit c...»
«Fine threads paint the sky / Wanting to overtake the day, / And night has tipped / Into my soul, into the lakes. I want to scream something / Into its dark, open jaws, / To bring my ear to it, / Press up against it with my tremulous heart. You walk holding your breath, / The fields a...»