To G. V.
Darkness has covered the room an’
it’s quiet and still as can be.
Good heavens! Your Majesty Woman,
you really want to see me?
Lighting is muddy in here,
the walls have a leakage trace...
Your Majesty Woman! Oh dear!
How did you get to this place?
My goodness! You came like a fire.
Smoke makes me gasp, I can’t breathe...
Now do come in, I desire.
Don’t stand in the doorway, please.
Where do you come from, my pretty?
How funny! I must be on edge...
You have mistaken the city,
the door, and the street and the age.
Г. Венгеровой
Тьмою здесь все занавешено
и тишина, как на дне...
Ваше Величество, Женщина,
да неужели — ко мне?
Тусклое здесь электричество,
с крыши сочится вода,
Женщина, Ваше Величество,
как Вы решились сюда?
О, Ваш приход — как пожарище,
дымно и трудно дышать.
Ну, заходите, пожалуйста,
что ж на пороге стоять.
Кто Вы такая? Откуда Вы?
Ах, я смешной человек.
Просто Вы дверь перепутали,
улицу, город и век.
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«Good poems torment me much, / Bad ones — are nice without reason: / They can't sting souls, nor they bite, / They have the warmth of home, isn't it? So — that's a real lemonad, of course, / (They're light, as a silk morning gown). / And qeniuse ones takes minute to concern, oh... ...»
«Since that time when the highest court / Had given me the prophet's vision, / In eyes of men I always caught / The images of sin and treason. Then I began to promulgate / The clear love's and truth's commandment: / At me all humans threw for that / Hard sticks and stones, like the madme...»
«E’er since eternal judge gave me / A prophet’s proud omniscient manner, / In people’s eyes I’m wont to see / The wicked sway of vice’s banner. When I began to tell of love / And truth in all its purest teaching: / My fellows in a pressing shove / Stoned me, in spite of all bes...»