How can I live with this burden —
And yet she’s called The Muse.
“She’s with you in a meadow … ,” they say.
They say, “Divine muttering!”
She’ll seize you worse than a fever
And then, for an entire year, nothing at all.
Как и жить мне с этой обузой,
А ещё называют Музой,
Говорят: «Ты с ней на лугу…»
Говорят: «Божественный лепет…»
Жёстче, чем лихорадка, оттреплет,
И опять весь год ни гу-гу.
«You are adorable / As you can be, / Your hand's as white / As snow to me. / You're unapproachable, / Far from the world, / The whole of you / Is unavoidable. / / You're unavoidable / Just like your grief, / your fingers, hands, / Which never lose their warmth, / The quiet ...»
«Floweret, faded and forsaken, / Fragile beauty of the lea, / Autumn's cruel hand hath taken / All thy summer charms from thee. Heigho! that the years must bring / This same destiny to all; / One by one our joys take wing, / One by one your petals fall. So each evening rings the knell /...»
«Dionysus walks his vineyard, his beloved; / Two women in dark clothing — two vintagers — follow him. / Dionysus tells the two mournful guards — The vintagers: / "Take your sharp knife, my vintners, Grief and Torment; / Harvest, Grief and Torment, my beloved grapes! / Gather the blo...»
«In truth everyone is guilty before everyone, for everyone, and for everything. / Dostoevsky The white-hot day flamed on; / The cicada scraped sultrily without ceasing; / The sumptuous cloud of cypresses / Floated over the marble tombs. I fell, smitten by an illness of the soul... / But t...»