A sweet-voiced bird's been caught.
They squeeze it in a vice-like grip.
The poor thing squeaks and warbles not
But they insist: «O, birdie, sing!»
Поймали птичку голосисту
И ну сжимать ее рукой.
Пищит бедняжка вместо свисту,
А ей твердят: «Пой, птичка, пой!»
«Extinct volcanoes brood in silence. / Ash scatters down into their keep. / Reposing from their evil deeds, / the giants now are sunk in sleep. A growing chill pervades their realm. / Their shoulders hunch under the strain. / But, as before, their sinful visions / come haunting them at n...»
«The grass is deep and damp / when you step off the porch. / I’m holding another’s son, / the image of his father. I hold him clumsily / and high, and say: “Look there! / Do you see the boat / that is all blue inside! “We’ll open my table drawer, / and take some nuts and can...»
«In that month of May, that month of mine, / I felt so easy and so light, / and, spreading above the earth, / the flying weather drew me after. I was so generous, so generous, / in the joyous foretaste of much song, / and as light-headed as a goldfinch, / I dipped my feathers in the air....»
«Don’t give me all of your time, / don’t question me so often. / With eyes so true and faithful / don’t try and catch my hands. Don’t follow in the Spring / my steps through pools of rain. / I know that of our meeting / nothing will come again. You think it’s pride that makes ...»