I am deprived of everything,
of health, of will, of air, of sleep.
A vengeful God has let me keep
just you — to keep me praying to Him.
Всё отнял у меня казнящий бог:
Здоровье, силу воли, воздух, сон,
Одну тебя при мне оставил он,
Чтоб я ему ещё молиться мог.
«I do not want to live my life, like all, / Living like squirrels in a hamster wheel, / Walking around in circles, being slaves, / Afraid of storm and of the ocean waves. I want to live uplifted like an eagle; / I want to live conceited like a Creole; / Smashing, threatening barriers, slid...»
«You are ready from gloom to suicide, / Hang yourself, or shoot in the mouth. / Wait a while — and the spring will come to your side / After just three more snowy months. Nightingales of the cherry will whistle, / Full of nightingales cherry will stand. / May go past you the shot from th...»
«In these miniature Russian colonies / Those who are hiding from lawlessness / Their sinful bodies and souls, / Interests are so pitiful / Feelings vicious and hypocritical: / They seek only food and warmth. They all eat — it is only appropriate, / And the warmth in our time is import...»
«O you the ancient rhymes and rhythms, / Seized on by many poets, / The banal, cheap, and puny ones, / Cliches overcooked and boiled! / You sound with the guitar strings, / With rhythms and rhyme impoverished, / Than all new things more beautiful / To my simplistic soul! You were under...»