Forgotten? I’m not even wondered!
Forgotten was I hundred times,
And times, I’m in grave, were too hundred,
May be, my corps now there lies.
And Muse was too deafened and blinded,
Was rotting — a seed — in soils’ mesh,
To rise then to blue of the Highland
Like Phoenix from blackness of ash
Забудут? — вот чем удивили!
Меня забывали сто раз,
Сто раз я лежала в могиле,
Где, может быть, я и сейчас.
А Муза и глохла и слепла,
В земле истлевала зерном,
Чтоб после, как Феникс из пепла,
В эфире восстать голубом.
«Tips of blue flame are dancing about, / Home expanses are being neglected. / It's the first time that I’m singing love, / For the first time refusing to racket. I was all like a desolate garden, / I was greedy for women and potions. / Now, I don’t want to sing and to dance, / And t...»
«Azure space is aflame up above, / I've forgotten my home destination... / For the first time I'm singing of love, / For the first time I give up contention. / / I was all like a desolate grove / Loving women and heavily drinking. / I don"t drink any more and don't love / Like I did...»
«Let me, my starling, / get into your little house! / Take me up into your bird's residence! / I'll give up my soul and heart in pledge / for your blue snowdrops! The spring whistles, sings, pipes, mumbles! / Silver and white po...»
«This little girl stands out among her mates. / The look of ugly froglet fate has dealt her. / A hand-me-down sweater tucked in, helter-skelter; / Tight reddish curls spill out of her braids; / Her mouth wide, her teeth — a crooked chain; / Her little face pinched and extremely plain. Tw...»