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.
«I like to drive up to a village in the eve, / To look at crows above the church and to believe — / At height they are somehow playing. / Among the endless fields and flowery precious meads, / On quiet banks, amid the gardens went to weeds / I like to listen to...»
«About the lake I roam; clouds / Of mist lie on the round hill, / The wood looks dark, and strange seem sounds / Of fishers’ calls in the night still. The silent depth of heavens brimming / With even and translucent shade, / The nearly sleeping wave is dreaming / And gives off cooln...»
«To shadowy hills a heavy shower / Has rolled through meadows — at once / The sky has cleared up, all over / There is fine brilliance on grass. / The storm has gone. The air now / Enhances sounds, is a balm; / How every leaf on every bough / Is turning soothed being calm! / An ev...»
«I’m glad to see you, light stars of the fluffy first snow! / On the dark ground you instantly melt one by one. / Other snowflakes quick and easy instead of you fly up: / Bees in the motionless air are whirling this way. / Winter will be before long; pressed ice will be screaming / U...»