To fall ill as one should, deliriously
Hot, meet everyone again,
To stroll broad avenues in the seashore garden
Full of the wind and the sun.
Even the dead, today, have agreed to come,
And the exiles, into my house.
Lead the child to me by the hand.
Long I have missed him.
I shall eat blue grapes with those who are dead,
Drink the iced
Wine, and watch the grey waterfall pour
On to the damp flint bed.
Земной отрадой сердца не томи,
Не пристращайся ни к жене, ни к дому.
У своего ребенка хлеб возьми,
Чтобы отдать его чужому.
И будь слугой смиреннейшим того,
Кто был твоим кромешным супостатом.
И назови лесного зверя братом,
И не проси у Бога ничего.
«Out of a half-lit room, at once, / Shrouded in zephyr, you dashed out ready. / We didn’t trouble anybody, / We did not wake up sleeping maids.»
«O, heavens, you will be my nightmare / It can’t be that you are so fully sightless / And day burned down like a piece of paper / A bit of smoke and a bit of ashes»
«Subtler than subtleness — / You subtle face. / Fairer than fairness — / Your fair hand. / From the entire universe / Away you stand. / And all in you — / Is unavoidable: / Seems unavoidable your quiet blues, / And the tiny fingers, / Never settling down. / And the gentle...»
«Violin was torn to pieces begging, / And then broke out in tears / So childishly, / That Drum couldn't handle it any longer, / “It's all right, it's all right, it's all right!” / He got tired, / Not hearing out Violin's speech, and / Sneaked out to the Kuznetsky, / And made...»