There is a fleeting, wondrous moment
during autumn’s early days:
time stands motionless, time’s a crystal,
evenings bathe in brilliant rays.
Where sickles swung and crops were toppled,
there’s just an empty wasteland now.
A strand of glittering web is all you notice
across an idle track cut by a plough.
The air has emptied. Birds no longer chatter,
though there’s some time to wait for winter’s snow and rain,
and pure and warm, a gentle blue is flowing
across the resting plains.
Есть в осени первоначальной
Короткая, но дивная пора —
Весь день стоит как бы хрустальный,
И лучезарны вечера...
Где бодрый серп гулял и падал колос,
Теперь уж пусто всё — простор везде, —
Лишь паутины тонкий волос
Блестит на праздной борозде.
Пустеет воздух, птиц не слышно боле,
Но далеко еще до первых зимних бурь —
И льется чистая и теплая лазурь
На отдыхающее поле...
«Front of statue of Madonna / In a dark and simple place / He swore be faithful to the Donna / Who was glorious and chaste. / / Then, forgetting secret knot, / He was pleasing many women. / Once while fighting he was slaughtered. / Came to holy gates of Eden. / / Spoke virtuous ...»
«My first recall — in vague light / A fairy meadow gleams and glows. / A turkey-cock reigned there in pride / And I adored him most. / / He was clothed in malice, in anger bold, / His beak blazed like scarlet flame. / But I was only four years old, / Scorned, contempted, ashamed. /...»
«It was the sea, where delicate foam, / Where is rare urban crew... / Queen played — in the tower of the castle — Chopin, / And, listening to Chopin, loved her page. It was all very simple, it was all very cute: / Queen asked to cut the pomegranate, / And given half a page and languor,...»
«This is not the murmur of rumour in the land. / This news was not just born for us. / It is an ancient voice! A voice from on high: / УThe fourth age comes to a close. / It will come to pass and the hour will crash out!Ф Then SofiaТs ancient vaults / will once more house ChristТs alt...»