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.
«Ach, to crash in a sheer fall — / Down — into dust on the asphalt! / The short length of earthly love / Bathed in tears- for how long? Balcony. With their salty downpour / Come malicious kisses. / And inescapable hatred / A sigh: To expire in verses! Squeezed into a ball in one's ...»
«The rain soothes the pain. / By the showers' noise on the shutters / I sleep. Tremulous clatter on the asphalt of / Hooves — like applause. Welcome — and I merge / In abandon with this golden / Most magical of orphanhoods / Take pity, you barracks!»
«“If the heart's wave splashed not / Already so high, and became spirit, / If not the old dumb rock, / Fate, stood against her...” / Rainer Maria Rilke 1. By the chain of singing poles, / Supporting the Empyrean, / I am sending you my portion of / Earthly ashes. Along an allée of...»
«2. To give you all... but no, it has all been squeezed / into rhyme and rows... The heart is more! / I am afraid that for such small misfortune / The whole of Racine and Shakespeare is not enough! "And all wept, and supposing the blood hurts... / And all wept, and suppose among the roses ...»