Love conquers, deceitful and slow,
With a soft amateurish refrain.
So strange to think — not long ago
You weren’t dejected and gray.
In the garden, at home, in the field,
Whenever she flashed her smile,
Wherever you were, you believed
You were free and out in the wild.
Once taken by her, you glowed
And you drank her poisons, content.
Because all the stars seemed to grow,
And fields had a different scent,
Autumn fields.
Любовь покоряет обманно,
Напевом простым, неискусным.
Еще так недавно-странно
Ты не был седым и грустным.
И когда она улыбалась
В садах твоих, в доме, в поле,
Повсюду тебе казалось,
Что вольный ты и на воле.
Был светел ты, взятый ею
И пивший ее отравы.
Ведь звезды были крупнее,
Ведь пахли иначе травы,
Осенние травы.
«You wake, o Baiae, from your tomb / With the appearance of Aurora's rays, / But crimson dawn will not return / The radiance of bygone days, / Will not bring back the cool of sanctuaries / Where swarms of beauties played, / And never will your columns of...»
«Bent o'er his sabre, torrents starting / From his dim eyes, the bold hussar / Thus greets his cherish'd maid, while parting / For distant fields of war: 'Weep not, my fair one! O forbear thee! / No anguish can those tears remove; / For, by my troth and beard, I swear thee, / Time ...»
«Again the snow-clogged pillars, / The Elagin Bridge1 / And the voice of a woman in love, / The crunch of sand, the horse’s snort. Two shadows, fused by a kiss, fly / By wrapped up in a bearskin rug, / But with this new captive lover / I am neither pining nor jealous. It is a sad deli...»
«To Maria Pavlovna Ivanova In the embankment’s mad roar, / A colored kerchief thrown over her hair, / She lies and watches, beautiful / And young, as though alive. With a chaste gait, she had walked / Toward noise and whistling beyond the neighboring wood — / The whole length of the p...»