The world is splattered by sunlight,
Sparkling with festive luster.
Leaving
the morning darkness
behind,
People stand blinded,
And blink, adjusting.
Any move now is an effort —
don’t try!
The city has halted,
by brightness smitten
At the front doors, half-awake
it lies
Squinting at light
like a coddled kitten.
Солнцем обрызган целый мир,
Празднично блещет улица.
После
утренней тьмы
квартир
Люди стоят
и щурятся.
Сдвинься, попробуй, —
не хватит сил,
И у подъездов,
спросонок,
Город большой на мгновенье
застыл,
Зажмурившись,
как котенок.
«She raised herself on her fingers / and made me a gift of her lips. / I kissed her a little tiredly / in the moist autumn silence. Tears were dropping soundlessly / in the moist autumn silence. / The dreary day expired, we weary / like everything that isn't in a dream.»
«Amid the worlds, in twinkling of the stars / There’s the One, whose name I always utter… / ‘Tis not because I love Her with my heart, / But rather because languish I with others. And if my doubt is hard in all its might, / ‘Tis She alone, whom always I inquire, / ‘Tis not becaus...»
«(To my friend, S. K. Bulich) Select a dark night and in a field, unpeopled, naked, / dip into gray twilight.... May the air, having fanned, becalm, / May the stars, winking, in the cold sky slumber on.... / Tell the heart not to count its thumps.... / Stop in mid-step and listen! You're no...»
«Sad and made of copper / The symbol we are wed, / Even our comedies / End a little sadly…. / Our joyful neighbors / Wear their infernal / Hirsute fur coats…. / And that only… banal / Are our mangy bears / With prey trembling / In blood-covered lips.»