I thought of eagles for a long time
and understood such a whole lot:
the eagles soar above the clouds,
they fly and fly and touch no one.
They live on cliffs and on mountains
and are intimate with water sprites,
I thought a long time about eagles
but confused them, I think, with flies.
Я долго думал об орлах
и понял многое:
орлы летают в облаках,
летают никого не трогая.
Я понял, что живут орлы на скалах и в горах
и дружат с водяными духами.
Я долго думал об орлах,
но спутал, кажется, их с мухами.
«Wait for me, and I’ll come back, / But wait with all your might, / Wait when dreariness descends / With the yellow rains, / Wait when snowdrifts sweep the ground, / Wait during the heat, / Wait when others are given up / And together with the past forgotten. / Wait when from distan...»
«The Spanish record turns. / Her slender body arching, / A black-shawled woman / Dances in a spinning circle. Supported by a passionate faith / That someday he’ll return, / The everlasting words “Yo te quiero” / The dancing woman sings. Inside a smoke-filled, frozen cottage / Un...»
«I do believe in happiness! / The sun has not yet faded. Rays / Of sunrise like a book of prayers / Predict the happy news. Oh yes! / I do believe in happiness! / / Ring , golden Russia, carry on, / Oh blow you wind, so unabated! / Blessed is the one who celebrated / Your shepherd...»
«Maybe, it's too late or, maybe, early, / It has not occurred to me for years, / I resemble now Don Juan, really, / Like a proper flippant man of verse. / / What's the matter? What has happened, really? / Every day I have some other chick. / And I lose self-pity, willy-nilly, / And d...»