Not thus, from cursed lightness having disembarked,
I look with worry on the chambers dark?
Already used to ringing high and raw,
Already judged not by the earthly law,
I, like a criminal, am being drawn along
To place of shame and execution.
I see the glorious city, and the voice most dear,
As though there is no secret grave to fear,
Where day and night, in heat and in cold bent,
I must await the Final Judgment.
Не оттого ль, уйдя от легкости проклятой,
Смотрю взволнованно на темные палаты?
Уже привыкшая к высоким, чистым звонам,
Уже судимая не по земным законам,
Я, как преступница, еще влекусь туда,
На место казни долгой и стыда.
И вижу дивный град, и слышу голос милый,
Как будто нет еще таинственной могилы,
Где, день и ночь, склонясь, в жары и холода,
Должна я ожидать последнего суда.
«Sisters heaviness and tenderness — your signs are the same. / Bees and wasps are sucking the heavy rose. / Man is dying. The heated sand is chilling, / And yesterday's sun is carried away on a black stretcher. Ah, heavy honeycombs and tender nets, / It is easier to lift a stone than to re...»
«Into the circling choral dance of shadows that trampled the soft meadow, / I merged with my melodious name, / But everything melted away and only a faint sound / Has remained in my misty memory. At first I thought my name seraphic / And I shunned by slight body; / Some days passed and I f...»
«A meagre beam in a cold measure / Scatters light in the damp forest. / The sorrow is like a grey bird / That I carry slowly in my heart. What shall I do with this wounded bird? / The firmament has fallen silent, died; / From the misty steeple / Someone has taken down the bells. And thi...»
«Up out of an evil clinging pool / I grew, whispering like a reed, / Breathing the forbidden life / Passionately, languidly and tenderly. And I bend over back into the cold refuge of the swamp, / Marked by no-one, / Met by the welcoming rustle / Of the brief autumnal moments. I'm happy...»