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.
«Where boughs above the pool are swinging. / Where the hot summer sunshine burns, / The dragon-flies in airy winging / Lead on the dance’s merry turns. “Come hither, child, come nigh and hear us; / For we shall teach you how to fly! / Come hither, child, come hither, near us, / And l...»
«A well, and the cherry-trees blowing. / The marks of a girl’s naked foot. / And there, at the side of them showing, / The print of a hobnailed boot. All is hushed at the place of their meeting; / But my ears jealous echoes assail, / The whispers, the passionate greeting. / The splash ...»
«It chanced when the dance was pealing. / In the whirl of the crowd’s vain din, / I saw your face, but concealing / Mystery closed it in. With sadness your eyes were filling; / But your voice rang such wonders to me, / Like the noise of a far pipe’s trilling, / Like a foaming wave of...»
«In the leaves the raindrops gently / Dripped, and the rain had gone by. / Gently the trees shook in whispers. / Far off was a cuckoo’s cry. The moon looked out of a raincloud / As if through a mist of tears; / I sat by a maple dreaming, / Dreaming of long lost years. In those years I...»