Although all nature now is dormant,
My love alone it restless lies;
It heeds your breath and every movement
And only you can hold its eyes.
So suffer then my conversation,
To me alone your dreams devote;
Reserve for me your adoration
And, as you answer, on me dote.
Oh, answer that we’re in agreement
And tell me what you think of this:
What can compare with this contentment
When two as single soul find bliss?
Imagine then this bliss before us
And hasten to embrace its taste:
With love that’s sung by heav’nly chorus
Our mortal journey will be graced.
Хоть вся теперь природа дремлет,
Одна моя любовь не спит;
Твои движенья, вздохи внемлет
И только на тебя глядит.
Приметь мои ты разговоры,
Помысль о мне наедине;
Брось на меня приятны взоры
И нежностью ответствуй мне.
Единым отвечай воззреньем
И мысль свою мне сообщи:
Что с тем сравнится восхищеньем,
Как две сольются в нас души?
Представь в уме сие блаженство
И ускоряй его вкусить:
Любовь лишь с божеством равенство
Нам может в жизни сей дарить.
«Fears, jeers, tears / And all that caper / Aren't worth the ink / Aren't worth the paper. / Blots and smears / Aren’t worth the ink / Nor what gives off / A moral stink. / Go and write odes / Where "liberty" / Lamely rhymes / With "brotherly". / Go and write ballads / Whe...»
«In the state there is the law / Citizens cannot ignore. / In the anti-state the sheep / Have a private rule they keep. Under rule of law the folk / Serve what gives them food and drink / But rebellion has no book / And revolt no pen and ink. When rebellion goes to press / When revolt...»
«My beloved! My tricky demon! / You’re so bony, that if you please / A cannibal eating you for luncheon, / Would break his teeth while he was crunchin’. But I am not from such a rude breed / (And anyways a little toothless), / So therefore, without being an annoyance / I’ll eat you...»
«Pain’s quieter — your hand, / Whitebodied color of magnolia — your hand. Love knocked on my door at wintery midday, / And holding a sable fur — your hand. Ah, like a butterfly, touched down on the stem of / My hand for a moment — no longer — your hand! And what my enemies and I ...»