There’s hardly any body left,
The tortured lips have all but withered!
I didn’t want this kind of death,
The time-frame that I chose was different.
I had an image: two big clouds
Collide together, fast and free,
And lightning’s fire plummets down,
And mighty ecstasy rings loud,
And both, like angels, come for me.
Как страшно изменилось тело,
Как рот измученный поблёк!
Я смерти не такой хотела,
Не этот назначала срок.
Казалось мне, что туча с тучей
Сшибётся где-то в вышине
И молнии огонь летучий
И голос радости могучей,
Как ангелы, сойдут ко мне.
«Clouds that whiten in a dome of blue / and twisted trees sharply delineated, / the dust aglow, each shadow elongated / and phantoms that pass through the heart anew. Why was the tale so brief? I cannot say. / Was there a second half I didn’t know? / In pale skies the clouds dissolve awa...»
«Though we have parted, on my breast / your likeness as of old I wear. / It brings my spirit joy and rest, / pale phantom of a happier year. To other passions now I thrill, / yet cannot leave this love of mine. / A cast-down idol – god-like still, / a shrine abandoned, yet a shrine.»
«I come out to the path, alone, / Night and wildness are referred to God, / Through the mist, the road gleams with stone, / Stars are speaking in the shinning lot. There is grave and wonderful in heaven; / Earth is sleeping in a pale-blue light... / Why is then my heart such pined and heav...»
«Alone, I come to the road. / The stony track gleams in the mist: / the calm night listens to God, / and star is speaking to star. All’s marvellous, grave, in the sky! / Earth sleeps in the radiant blue… / Why such pain then, such weight on the heart? / Do I regret, wait for somethin...»