To Tamara Karsavina
Your light dance, you are like a song composing —
It told us of glory high —
And on your pale cheeks your blush grows more rosy
And darker and darker your eye
And more and more captives with every minute
Forget their own lives mundane,
And in the sounds of the sacred, in it,
Your supple form bends again.
Тамаре Платоновне Карсавиной
Как песню, слагаешь ты лёгкий танец —
О славе он нам сказал, —
На бледных щеках розовеет румянец,
Темней и темней глаза.
И с каждой минутой всё больше пленных,
Забывших свое бытиё,
И клонится снова в звуках блаженных
Гибкое тело твоё.
«All knights of the green cathedral, in armour, / Who follow the compass on darkening seas, / Gonzalo, and Cook, La Perouse, and Da Gama, / Columbus, the dreamer and king, Genoese! Carthaginian Hanno, the Gambia’s master, / The mariner Sinbad, Ulysses the strong, / To the Cape the grey r...»
«A lone two horned moon hung above the town / When abruptly the mist was sharply sliced / And Odysseus stood high above the transom / To shoot his arrow through Antinoüs’s chest.* A chalice fell from Antinoüs’s hand, / His eyes were swathed in a haze of dark blood, / A slight tremor....»
«Have thou mercy! Enough of this pain and frustration, / Let it end, this dark torture of shame and despair! / I forsook my self-will and its deadly temptations / I am tamed, thine for good. For my fate I don’t care. We’ve been lost for too long in the depths of the ocean, / Locked in ir...»
«Over the reeds of the tardy Nile, / Where only butterflies and birds / Are found, hides a forgotten tomb / Of a culpable but enchanting queen. The nightly mist carries its own deceit, / The moon rises, as a sinful siren, / A pale fog streaks through, / And from a cave, skulks a hyena. ...»