My heart beats smoothly, steadily,
What are long years to me?
Under the Galernaya arch,
Our shadows, for eternity.
Through half-closed eyelids,
I see, I see that you’re with me,
And forever held in your hand
Is my unopened fan.
Because we stood together,
In that blessed miraculous moment,
The instant of the rose-red moon
Lifting over the Summer Garden —
I’ve no need to wait
At some hateful window,
Or grow weary with meeting —
My thirsty love is quenched.
You are free, and so am I,
Tomorrow will be better than yesterday —
Above the Neva’s dark waters,
Below the Emperor Peter’s
Cold smile.
Сердце бьётся ровно, мерно.
Что мне долгие года!
Ведь под аркой на Галерной
Наши тени навсегда.
Сквозь опущенные веки
Вижу, вижу, ты со мной,
И в руке твоей навеки
Нераскрытый веер мой.
Оттого, что стали рядом
Мы в блаженный миг чудес,
В миг, когда над Летним садом
Месяц розовый воскрес, —
Мне не надо ожиданий
У постылого окна
И томительных свиданий.
Вся любовь утолена.
Ты свободен, я свободна,
Завтра лучше, чем вчера, —
Над Невою темноводной,
Под улыбкою холодной
Императора Петра.
«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...»