My night — I think of you obsessively,
My day — indifferent: let it be!
I turned and smiled at my destiny
That brought me only misery.
The fumes of yesterday are dire,
The flames that burn me will not die,
It seems to me, this blazing fire
Will not become a sunlit sky.
Shall I endure without conceding,
And curse you for not being there?..
You’re far away. You’ll never see me
Imprisoned in my awful snare.
Ночь моя — бред о тебе,
День — равнодушное: пусть!
Я улыбнулась судьбе,
Мне посылающей грусть.
Тяжек вчерашний угар,
Скоро ли я догорю,
Кажется, этот пожар
Не превратится в зарю.
Долго ль мне бится в огне,
Дальнего тайно кляня?..
В страшной моей западне
Ты не увидишь меня.
«Funfair, henhouse of pleasure, / Barn of beguiling life, / Holiday trough of passion, / Fiery furnace of existence! / Here, spiked Red Army helmets / Drift by in a pensive stream, / With them ladies of the world, / Untroubled by the city’s din! / Here pleasure crooks its finger, / ...»
«The circus shines, like a shield, / Finger trills, moodily Pipes, unites folk! / Gentle, small-faced, a girl, / Spanish-looking, with flowers in her hair, / Radiant as an angel, whirls, / Waltzes a Cossack dance. / Like a white seabird / She stands in the thick smoke, / Then, her gui...»
«Animals do not sleep. At night / They stand over the world like a stone wall. The cow’s retreating head / Rustles the straw with its smooth horns, / The rocky brow a wedge / Between age-old cheekbones, / And the mute eyes / Turning sluggishly. There’s more intelligence and beauty i...»
«The signs of the Zodiac are fading / Above the wide expanse of fields. / And the animal, the Dog, sleeps, / And the bird, the Sparrow, slumbers. / Mermaids soar, broad in the beam, / Soar straight up into the heavens, / With their arms as stout as boughs / And their breasts as round as...»