Confusion
II
Don’t love me, don’t wish to see me?
So handsome, and cursed all the while!
And now, I can’t even fly freely,
Though I’ve always had wings as a child.
The fog fills my eyes with clouds,
Things and faces are fused, all in all,
Just a single small tulip stands out,
Red from your buttonhole.
Смятение
2
Не любишь, не хочешь смотреть?
О, как ты красив, проклятый!
И я не могу взлететь,
А с детства была крылатой.
Мне очи застит туман,
Сливаются вещи и лица,
И только красный тюльпан,
Тюльпан у тебя в петлице.
«Run-down and worn from daily rambles / I will forsake the bustling whims / To bring to mind the sores of troubles / And stir the former, bygone dreams... / / If only I could breathe instilling / The joy of spring into her soul! / Oh no, I do not aim at killing / Her childish i...»
«Let the dawn keep shining out, / Let the warbler sing at night, / How I wish I was allowed / To embrace and hold you tight! / / Our boat will float with blessing / In the canes with rustling leaves, / You will cling to me, caressing, / Heated passion on your lips. / / Sing...»
«I will never forget it (did it happen-who cares?) / Burnt and split by the sunset blaze / Was the pallid celestial vast, and some flares / Came to light in the yellow space. / / There I sat by the window, in a crowded chamber. / Fiddlesticks were singing again. / And I sent you a f...»
«There is impulsive youth again, / With bursts of vigour, views far-out... / But happy moments never came. / At least this doesn"t raise a doubt! / / You have to be on the alert / For threat awaits you here and yonder. / And should you get away unhurt, / You will, at last, believe i...»