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.
«Boiling up over the years, / A fury that drives on crazy, / Fury with the champions of freedom, / Fury with the adherents of the yoke, / Fury with the dregs and the toffs — / Different-colored specimens / Of the same "worldly wisdom", / With the world and with my native land. Fury? ...»
«Fog. The road I usually wander down / Unwinds before me. I do not / Expect much from the future... Nothing — to be precise. / I don't believe in God's mercy. / I don't believe in hellfires. Thus, stage by stage, do convicts straggle. / From prison camp to prison camp. / The lion exte...»
«In a foreign land in an old foreign house / Her portrait kings on the wall, / Her, dying, like a beggar woman, on straw, / In torments for which there is no name. But here in the portrait she's complete, as before, / She rich, she's young, / She's in her luxurious green dress, / In whic...»
«I remain with what was not fully said, / With what was not fully sung, not played out, / Not written to the end, in a secret society, / In the quiet fellowship of the unsuccessful, / Who lived in rustling pages / And now talk in whispers. / They even forewarned us in youth, / But we di...»