On the whitest porch of Eden,
Looking back, he cried, “I wait!”
He bequeathed to me life written
For a pauper and a saint.
And when heavens are transparent,
Sees, while ringing with his wings,
How I share my meal barren
With a bagger who it needs.
And when, as if after battles,
Clouds are in blood above,
He can hear all my prayers
And the words of all my love.
На пороге белом рая,
Оглянувшись, крикнул: «Жду!»
Завещал мне, умирая,
Благостность и нищету.
И когда прозрачно небо,
Видит, крыльями звеня,
Как делюсь я коркой хлеба
С тем, кто просит у меня.
А когда, как после битвы,
Облака плывут в крови,
Слышит он мои молитвы,
И слова моей любви.
«The girl was singing in a church choir, / About the weary abroad, far away, / About the ships in the sea, so dire, / And those who'd forgotten their happy day. So sweet was her voice flying up into highness / With shimmering beam on her shoulder of white, / And every one listened watc...»
«Night. Streetlamp. Street. The chemist's store. / A world in dingy, sleazy light. / Survive a quarter century more, / Nothing will change. Can't leave tonight. You'll die- and start the whole thing over. / The same old story will repeat: / Night. Icy rippling of the river. / Streetlamp...»
«We are two tree-trunks lightning struck alight, / Two flames of midnight woodland by the sea. / We are two meteors soaring through the night, / The two-tipped arrow of one destiny, We are two steeds whose rein a single right / Hand holds. One spur pricks them to harmony. / We are the two ...»
«A sail drifts white and on its own / Amid the light blue ocean haze. / What does it seek in distant country? / What made it leave its native bays? The billows play. The winds are whistling / Down at the bending, creaking mast / Oh! This one seeks no happy ending / And does not flee a ha...»