With blinding brilliance
The evening dawns at seven.
From streets toward awnings
Darkness marches apace.
People – they are manikins;
Only lust and sadness lead
Them across the universe
Feeling their way by touch.
The heart under the palm
Betrays with its shuddering
Tension of chase and escape,
Glimmers of fright and flight.
Feelings take to liberty
And freedom with ill-ease,
Tearing just like a horse
At the bit of its mouthpiece.
Ослепляя блеском,
Вечерело в семь.
С улиц к занавескам
Подступала темь.
Люди — манекены,
Только страсть с тоской
Водит по Вселенной
Шарящей рукой.
Сердце под ладонью
Дрожью выдает
Бегство и погоню,
Трепет и полет.
Чувству на свободе —
Вольно налегке,
Точно рвет поводья
Лошадь в мундштуке.
«I went to bliss. The footpath gleamed / The ruby tint of evening dew, / And ebbing in my spirit streamed / The distant song of dawn anew. The song of dawn, as sunset strove / To fade away. The heavens glowed, / And through the welkin’s seas above / The flames of evening purple flowed....»
«He that hath the bride is the bridegroom: but / the friend of the bridegroom, which standeth / and heareth him, rejoiceth greatly because of / the bridegroom’s voice. / From John III.29 I’m ten years old. I light a wick / And shield the censer’s nascent flame. / Without a word or ...»
«Amidst the planets, in the heavens’ glimmer, / There’s just one Star whose name I’ll ever say. / It’s not because I am in love with Her, / But as, with other stars, I waste away. And if I’m feeling painfully unsure, / I’ll come to Her alone to ease my plight. / It’s not beca...»
«A half-holiday for the burial. Of course, they punish / the provincial copper bells for hours; / terribly the nose tilts up like a tallow candle / from the coffin. Does it wish to draw breath / from its torso in a mourning.suit? The last snow / fell sombrely — white, then the roads were ...»