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.
«My bearing is simple, / Poor is my homely roof. / Y’see, I’m an islander / From isles very far-off. I live – don’t need anyone! / You entered – don’t sleep nights. / To heat a stranger’s dinner – / Will set my house alight. You glanced – now we are friendly, / You e...»
«It’s cold in the world! A bed / Seems like heaven in autumn. / The hop is wavered by wind, / The hop prattles above the barn; / The rain repeats: pit-a-pat, / Onto the courtyard, pours and pours... / The light from the window — so weak! / To a child’s heart — so bitter! / The...»
«An evening smoke appeared above the city, / Into the distance, docilely went the train cars, / Suddenly, a streak, more limpid than an anemone / In one of the windows, a half-child’s countenance. On the eyelids, a shadow. With a crown’s likeness / Lay the curls… I stifled a scream. / ...»
«I do not know you and do not want / Our meeting to wipe away illusion / With a face like this in worse abysses / One is still faithful to the starlight. / / Everyone marked by fate / Has their face closed. / You, a page in a book still unread / And never you can turn a slave. / ...»