There is a wistful charm, a tenderness,
Mysterious and soft, in autumn’s even:
The trees in weird and brilliant garments dress,
The gory leaves to whispered talk are given;
Above the sad and orphaned earth the skies
Lie veiled and bleak, the sun’s departure mourning,
And gusty winds with sudden anger rise,
Of pending storms the grim and chilly warning…
Fatigue, decline, and – over all – the worn
And wasting spirit’s smile, doomed soon to vanish,
That lights a sufferer’s face and that is born
Of modesty, the godlike pride of anguish.
Есть в светлости осенних вечеров
Умильная, таинственная прелесть!..
Зловещий блеск и пестрота дерёв,
Багряных листьев томный, легкий шелест,
Туманная и тихая лазурь
Над грустно-сиротеющей землею
И, как предчувствие сходящих бурь,
Порывистый, холодный ветр порою,
Ущерб, изнеможенье – и на всем
Та кроткая улыбка увяданья,
Что в существе разумном мы зовем
Божественной стыдливостью страданья!
«What if my poems, bright or gloom, / Just at beginning end? / They are all happy: brides and grooms, / One who was dying — dead. With clear words the novels done, / End with big dots, at least; / One knows who’s a wid., Arman, / Whose daughter Lisa is. But there is not a chance to...»
«Through the rising tea’s steam I see Fujiyama — / The golden mount in the yellow skies, / How could be nature by a saucer summoned! / But the gentle ripples brought here a new upraise. / Look: the gossamers of the silver clouds / Are pierced by a sun the size of an ant’s eyes, / T...»
«I see: at the window sited, / Mother declines to her child, / And trying to catch his feet idly, / He rose them, putting aside. / His day is the long one and golden, / His nights — like without an end... / And a year — like a wonderful model, / Of the future long years’ train. ...»
«As soon as morn came, they were there, face to face, / As soon as morn came, cattle did not yet graze. Two carriages came — they had four men to drive, / Two carriages left — taking free men alive. And only these free heard a falling man’s yell, / And only they saw as the crying man f...»