(From the "Middle Night Poems")
Which a sonata will you be
Hidden by me in — with a care?
How uneasily, for me
Will call you, utterly unfair
Because so close and so good
You were for me, tho’ for a moment…
Your dream — dissolving in a solvent,
Where death — just levy to the mute.
В которую-то из сонат
Тебя я прячу осторожно.
О! Как ты позовешь тревожно,
Непоправимо виноват
В том, что приблизился ко мне
Хотя бы на одно мгновенье...
Твоя мечта — исчезновенье,
Где смерть лишь жертва тишине.
«2 When he did live everyone loved him / Eternal loyalty did vow, / Carry the wreaths out of the lilies / Onto fresh snow. Over his miserable lodgings / For a brief minute go slow / That he would not for too long shiver / On this first snow. Warm, melt the icy blood inside him / With...»
«The leaves are scattered above your tombstone / And winter's smell. / Listen, the dead one, listen, O dear one: / You're my own still. You laugh! — Moon is high - in the roadside cabin / Full of charm. / My — so undoubted and unchanging — / Like this arm. To hospital doors with ...»
« Here's your roses — pull your hands toward them — / Having gone farther than the sea, dear friend! / My dear friend, having with you born out / The most precious treasures of the land. I am robbed and deceived — There's no letter, / No ring in my memory! / How the features are...»
«You're happy? You won't say! Barely! / Better let go! / You kissed too many, I do think, / Therefrom, sorrow. All heroines of Shakespeare's tragedies / In you I see. / Nobody saved you, you the young / Tragic lady. You are so tired of repeating / Love's charm! / Eloquent, the pig ...»