Seated at a table, flighty thoughts,
Shoulders spread, inflated chest,
I pronounced empty speeches,
Still as a statue and just as loved.
Легкомысленные речи
За столом произносив,
Я сидел, раскинув плечи,
Неподвижен и красив.
«Night, square, apothecary, lantern, / Its meaningless and pallid light. / Return a half a lifetime after – / All will remain. A scapeless rite. Then die, then have a new beginning, / And all will turn the same as ere: / Night, rippled water's frigid grinning, / Apothecary, lantern, s...»
«When learning of the tolls of war, / Of yet another battle victim, / 'Tis not his wife, nor comrades, nor / The very hero whom I pity... / Alas! Time will console the wife, / Fraternities – forget their member. / But for as long as 'tis alive, / One soul will constantly remember. / ...»
«A silver sail, the ocean loner, / Is lurking in the azure mist. / What has she lost in foreign corners? / What in her homeland did she miss? Her mast is clattering and bending / Midst whistling wind and raging wave. / Alas, she seeks no happy ending, / Nor runs from happiness away. ...»
«Love! Precious love! And from the deathbed silence / I'll come alive — allured — abashed — alight. / O, sweetheart! Even in a grave asylum, / And in Elysium we'll stay allied. And do indeed I have this pair of priceless / Strong wings — to hold a bushel on my heart? / The swadd...»