Shepherd boy, out on the plain,
This craze will not subdue.
As I recall the cloak and cane
My agonies ensue.
If I rise, I’ll fall anew.
Little horn plays on: loo-loo!
As in a dream, we bade farewell,
I spoke: “I’ll wait for you.”
“We will meet again in hell,”
And laughing, he withdrew.
If I rise, I’ll fall anew.
Little horn plays on: loo-loo!
O deep water, all ablaze,
In the millpond, shining blue,
Not from sorrow — from disgrace,
I have come to you.
Silently, I’ll fall askew…
Distant horn plays on: loo-loo!
Стройный мальчик пастушок,
Видишь, я в бреду.
Помню плащ и посошок,
На свою беду.
Если встану — упаду.
Дудочка поет: ду-ду!
Мы прощались как во сне,
Я сказала: «Жду».
Он, смеясь, ответил мне:
«Встретимся в аду»,
Если встану — упаду.
Дудочка поет: ду-ду!
О глубокая вода
В мельничном пруду,
Не от горя, от стыда
Я к тебе приду.
И без крика упаду,
А вдали звучит: ду-ду.
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«I have come to you with greetings / To tell you the sun has risen, / To say that its burning light / Through the leaves has sent a flutter; To say that the woods have waked, / Every corner, and every twig, / Every bird has taken wing / Full of appetite for spring; To say I have come a...»
«What grief! The alley's end / Is lost in snow again today, / And once again, the silver snakes / Are crawling through the snow. The sky's without a patch of blue, / The steppe's completely smooth and white, / A single crow is struggling hard / To beat its wings against the storm. My s...»
«I blurred at once the chart of trite routine / by splashing paint with one swift motion. / I showed upon a plate of brawny glutin / the slanting cheekbones of the ocean / Upon the scales of tinny fishes / new lips summoned, though yet mute. / But could you / play / right to the finis...»