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.
«You, whose sleep is without awakening, / Who does still quietly move, / Go to the Three-Pond alley / If you my poems love. O, how sunny and how starry / It's to start the life's first tome / I pray - while it is not too late yet — / Come and take a look at our home! Soon that world w...»
«To Alla 1 You will be innocent, gorgeous, / Refined — and to all alien. / A striving, aspiring mistress, / An enticing Amazon. Your braids of hair, most likely, / To wear like a helmet you'll choose, / You will be the queen of the ballroom — / Of all the poems of our youth. And ...»
«2 Yes, I am jealous of you / With such a jealousy! / Yes, I also disturb you / With my angst already. And this my miserable nature / In you is most awfully clear: / In your without two months two years — / You're in despair. All dolls in whole wide world, all horses / You'll give...»
«1 Clad in the golden dust of evening / An August day did quietly melt. / The ringing streetcars rushed onwards / And people went. I went along a quiet side street / Without aim, absent-mindedly. / And I remember how the church bells / Sang quietly. I decided all things on the way / ...»