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.
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«Outside, the blizzard sets in deep / And all its polish coats. / The paper seller is asleep, / Her kiosk, drifting, floats. Not once we’ve happened to observe / In our lives’ lengthy course, / The snowfall comes with shy reserve / To trick our eyes perforce. Concealing unrepentantl...»
«Snow is falling, falling down. / The geraniums are trying / To befriend the sparkles flying / Past the window’s woven bound. Snow is falling, all’s in action, / Smitten, taking off the ground: / The black stairs, the intersection, — / All is being lost and found. Snow is falling...»
«Snowing on, snowing on. / On a windowsill, the flower / Of geranium's reaching out for / Starlets of the snow beyond. Snowing on and all’s in chaos, / All's engaged into a twirl: / Wooden footsteps of back stairs / And a snowbound crossroad turn. Snowing on, snowing on. / Like inst...»