“Your palms are fiery,
The Easter bells ring loud,
You’re tempted, like St. Anthony,
By visions all around.”
“How was such day’s affair
Mixed with the holy days,
Like thick and tangled hair
Of Magdalenes half-crazed.”
“Thus only children love,
Just once, and then it dies.”
“No light is strong enough —
To match those tranquil eyes."
“This is the devil’s bluff,
Such longing — an offense.”
“No white is white enough —
To match that of her hands.”
«Горят твои ладони,
В ушах пасхальный звон,
Ты как святой Антоний,
Виденьем искушен».
«Зачем во дни святые
Ворвался день один,
Как волосы густые
Безумных Магдалин».
«Так любят только дети,
И то лишь первый раз».
«Сильней всего на свете
Лучи спокойных глаз».
«То дьявольские сети,
Нечистая тоска».
«Белей всего на свете
Была ее рука».
«Be silent, hide yourself, conceal / Your feelings and your dreams. / And let them rise and set / In your soul's depths / As soundless as the stars at night. / Admire them — and yet stay silent. / How can a heart reveal itself? / How can another fathom you? / All that sustain...»
«Above the federal buildings' yellow gown / A hazy flurry circles far and wide / Within the sled the coachman sits down / And with broad gesture hides his coat inside. Ships fall asleep. And in the evening, rocking, / Thick cabin windows fill to brim with light. / And monstrously — just ...»
«An inexpressible sorrow / Two giant pupils opened wide, / A vase of flowers rose beside / And into air her crystals threw The room was filled three meters deep / With dreaminess — hello sweet balm! / That such a liliputian realm / Could have consumed so much of sleep. A bit of wine a...»
«A snow hive cleaner than the air, / Crystal more see-through than the glass / A turquoise veil adorned with brass / Carelessly tossed upon a chair. A cloth made drunk of her own glow / Caressed by tenderness of light / Experienced the summer bright / As though it were the winter snow. ...»