Throughout blue nights
glisten mountains’ eyes,
eyes of death, eyes of fright,
by icy horror paralysed.
Charmed by some spell
till Dawn’s first beams,
in hazy menace they dream,
like all those ancient kings who fell.
But let the East begin to shine
and the fatal charms are broken.
High up and first in line
the eldest brother has awoken.
From the head of the next there rolls
a stream onto the heads of all the others,
till, glistening in crowns of gold,
all the family’s resurrected with the brothers!
Сквозь лазурный сумрак ночи
Альпы снежные глядят —
Помертвелые их очи
Льдистым ужасом разят —
Властью некой обаянны,
До восшествия Зари
Дремлют, грозны и туманны,
Словно падшие цари!..
Но Восток лишь заалеет,
Чарам гибельным конец —
Первый в небе просветлеет
Брата старшего венец.
И с главы большого брата
На меньших бежит струя,
И блестит в венцах из злата
Вся воскресшая Семья!..
«You will forget your feast and / your loss, your joys and sorrows / the minute as the moon-disk / its track of travel follows, / the minute as the owl’s / shade comes into your view, / the minute as the cricket's / romance engrosses you. You let the fading beauty / stand at the do...»
«Artists, dip you badges brushes in the visage / of the bustling Moscow yards and sunrise glaze. / so that brushes might resemble autumn leafage, / whirling leaves that fall / to mark November days. Dip your brushes by the city's old t...»
«Get up early / when the birds begin to clamour, / when the caretakers turn up in the yards. / You will see the happy drummer / yes, you'll see the happy drummer / take his drum and maple drumsticks in his hands. There will be anoth...»
«My good old naughty organ, / The sound you make is sweet. / My good old naughty organ, / I wonder where you lead. / I'm plodding hardly able / to move ahead an inch. / How can I reach my aim when / the shoes I'm wearing pinch? I'm working, I'm freelancing. / A steady job it is! / ...»