Like with a bronze ash of the braziers
Spills with the beetles sleepy park.
With me and candle mine at grade with
Are hanging blossomed worlds in fact.
And like in an unprecedented
Faith am I passing at this night,
Where poplar that’s dilapidated
Has veiled a lunar path all right.
Where pond is as appearing secret,
Where surf of apple whisper does,
Where garden hanging is like building
And keeping sky before self just.
Как бронзовой золой жаровень,
Жуками сыплет сонный сад.
Со мной, с моей свечою вровень
Миры расцветшие висят.
И, как в неслыханную веру,
Я в эту ночь перехожу,
Где тополь обветшало-серый
Завесил лунную межу.
Где пруд — как явленная тайна,
Где шепчет яблони прибой,
Где сад висит постройкой свайной
И держит небо пред собой.
«Past one o’clock. You’re probably in bed / The Milky Way streams like the silver Oka / I won’t send wild telegrams. I don’t intend / to trouble you and vex you any longer / and now, as people say, our case is closed / the boat of love could not endure the grind / We’re even now...»
«In the realm of Threeteenseventy, / Commonwealth of Thriceleventy, / Lived the famous Tsar Dadon. / Fierce he was from boyhood on, / And when scarcely more than twenty / Wrought his neighbors wrongs aplenty. / Aging now, he changed in mind, / Would give up the warlike grind / For a l...»
«Sun is but one, yet it marches through all towns undone. / Sun is all mine. I shall give it away to no one, / / For a day, for a ray, for a glance. — To no one. Nevermore! / Let cities perish in dark endless night, I implore! / / I'll take the sun in my palms! I won't let it go round...»
«Sun — is one, but treads all over the cities, / Sun — is mine. I shan't give it to anybody. Not for an hour, for ray, nor for glance. — Nobody, never! / Then let cities vanish in the night unchangeable. I'll take it in hands! — To avoid its circling in round! / Besides of burning ...»