I stood for long before the hell’s gates, heavy,
But in the hell all was just dark and calm...
Oh, even Devil does not need my levy.
Wherever shall I come?
Стояла долго я у врат тяжелых ада,
Но было тихо и темно в аду...
О, даже Дьяволу меня не надо,
Куда же я пойду?..
«Oh, eve of eternal workdays, / Viscous sting of ennui... in / The dusty heat of middays the / Din and paint of the station... Half-dead Hies on the / Nailed-up kiosk, on / The spilt whitewash. / Blind, greedy and deaf. Faded green flag, white / Puffs of steam, and / The unanswered ...»
«Enough of deeds, enough of words, let / Us remain silent, without a smile. / It Is snowing from low clouds, and the / Sky’s light is dismal and wavering. The black willow bushes are tossing / In a struggle incomprehensible / To them; until tomorrow, I tell / You - today you and I are ...»
«Out of the fog two eyes burned / The mute blackness of the snow. / And the smoke remained in the / Air as a fountain’s hot gold. I know that a fiery dragon all / Coverуd in downy snow will now / On its riotous course break the / Sleep of the spellbound distance. And with it weary sl...»
«How cleanly the skies are extinguished. / With what delicate caprice / The distant forests recede to those / Heights we knew as azure... In your eyes there is no reproach: / Like a memory you meet the / Burning - out of sunset clouds / And the bluish-pink reflection. But I do not conqu...»