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.
«Two wires are wrapped together, / The loose ends naked, exposed / A yes and no, not united, / Not united, but juxtaposed. / A dark, dark juxtaposition — / So close together, dead. / But resurrection awaits them; / And they await what waits ahead. / End will meet end in touching / ...»
«On the ocean bottom, stretching underwater, The plants wiggle their pale tendrils and leaves, They reach out, growing like the silent phantoms That sick minds in profound dark conceive. Their quiet solitude bears down, oppressive. They reach for higher worlds, beyond the known, They long f...»
«He’s standing there, beside the glowing furnace, A small man, probably older than you’d think. His gaze is peaceful, seems almost submissive From the way his reddened eyelids blink. All his workmates have knocked off — they’re sleeping But he’s still working, showing what he’s w...»
«‘Tis bliss for him, friends of my life, / Who’s not ill with a silly passion, / Who has not time to fall in love, / Who’s all in all and satisfaction, / His sadness never can him find, / His funs are really the endless, / He wrought a harem in his mind, / And there enjoys it wit...»