In every church bell there is spite
In every red ribbon there is fire
In every young woman shivering
In every young man his own steed.
В каждом колоколе злоба
В каждой ленточке огонь
В каждой девочке зазноба
В каждом мальчике свой конь.
« Out of your memory, I will remove this day, / So that your helpless gaze can question in a drowse: / Where I did see the Persian lilac sway, / The little swallows, and the wooden house? Hearing my name, you’re going to recall / Unnamed desires’ anguish in a snap, / And in despondent...»
«He didn’t glorify or scold me / Like enemies might or friends. / He left his soul for me and told me: / Keep it safe in your hands. I’m concerned with one thing only: / What to do if he should die, — / An angel will take him from me / And return his soul to the sky. How will I co...»
«My shadow remained and it pines there, listless, / In that light and blue room, it has settled down, / Past midnight it waits for the guests from town, / And the enameled icon, every night, it kisses. / And in this house, not everything is pleasant: / They’ll light a fire, but darkness s...»
«The heavens sow a light rain / On the blooming lilac shrub. / While, outside, the white Whit Monday / Beats its wings, ascending up. And today’s — a closing date, / My dear friend returns from sea. / Shores and towers, as of late, / In my dreams, appear to me. Climbing up the final...»