The same voice and gaze aglow,
That same flaxen hair.
As it was a year ago.
Light-rays streaming through the air
Colors on white walls bestow…
Fragrances of lilies flow
And the simple words you share.
Тот же голос, тот же взгляд,
Те же волосы льняные.
Всё как год тому назад.
Сквозь стекло лучи дневные
Известь белых стен пестрят…
Свежих лилий аромат
И слова твои простые.
«An artist in the canvas trousers once / By pure chance sat down on color palette, / Then jumped, confused, not feeling lucky bunce: / "Where's turpentine? Let's wipe it while it's still wet!" / / But having closely looked at rainbow hues, / In trance from the creative intuition tether, ...»
«The moon relinquished sharp-edge cliffs at sea line, / And with transparent gold: the waters shine; / On board of their pointed boat, this evening / The friends enjoy their heated glass of wine. When looking at the clouds passing swiftly / Through the reflection of the moonlight post; / S...»
«Unapproachable, usually shy, / You are now like fire, all burning / Let me lock your unusual sight / In the poem of love I am saying. Look, how perfectly changed with the lamp / Is the hovel, and wall, even window / Our figures are covered with shade / Which is gentle like night in the ...»
«I shut Homer and sat by the bay window glass. / On my lips the last word of the Iliad fluttered. / The night watchman’s long shadow unhurriedly passed, / And above something — lamplight or moonlight — bright sputtered. So, so often I’d throw down challenging looks / And I met in rep...»