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.
«By gates of Eden, Angel, gentle, / Shone with his softly drooped head, / And Demon, gloomy and resentful / Over the hellish crevasse flapped. The spirit of qualm and negation / Looked at another one — of good, / And fire of the forced elation / First time he vaguely understood. “I...»
«The lazy artist-boor is blacking / The genius's picture with his stuff, / Without any sense a-making / His low drawing above. But alien paints, in stride of years, / Are falling down as a dust, / The genius's masterpiece appears / With former brilliance to us. Like this, the darkly app...»
«Ah, why do your eyes occasionally / Gaze at me so severely / And why torture my soul with distress / From your cold, unaffectionate gaze, From your cold, unaffectionate gaze? Without a smile and in proud silence / You go like a shadow before me, / And, in spirit, having concealed the suf...»
«And I had a motherland — / So beautiful was she! / There spruce trees swayed above... / But it was a dream! There our family friends still lived. / From every side about me / Were heard sweet words of love... / But it was a dream! »