Like someone deaf, blind and mute,
For whom, the only thing left
Is the sense of smell, I breathe in
Dampness, mold, inclement weather
And fleeting, transient smoke...
Как слепоглухонемая,
Которой остались на свете
Лишь запахи, я вдыхаю
Сырость, прелость, ненастье
И мимолетный дымок...
«The sounds have calmed down in the wood, / Soon the sunrays will stop be shining either... / My beautiful friend, oh, how much I would / Be glad to see you coming to me hither! Oh, how soon the charming childish word / To frightfulness will turn intense impatience? / Oh, how soon, li...»
«Wake her not out of sleep at the dawn, / At the dawn she is sleeping too sweet. / On her breast there is breath of the morn, / On the cheeks dimples are blooming with it. Hot is this sound sleep of the maid’s / Yet she now is foreign to trouble; / By the shoulders are running h...»
«Coated with moss a grey granite / Sprawls there prostrated like Titan / Fallen amid rocks and stones / Fitting a lock on the chasm; / Still the wild violent flow / Rushes downward through the obstacles / Casting on wet blackened boulders / Pearls of a nice sparkling foam. ...»
«At dusk a dying out coal / Is twinkling with transparent blinks, / The way a moth on a poppy’s bowl / Flaps azure with its weightless wings. Successions of mixed apparitions / Attract the tired out eye, / Some images as premonitions / Along the ash are flying by. The bygone h...»