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.
«Melting in the air above the valley, / distant bells are chiming / like flocks of flapping cranes, / dying away in the rustle of leaves, / bright, like the swelling sea of spring, / crystal-like, like day at a distance, / while faster, quieter, / shadow lies around the valley.»
«I love a thunder — storm at the beginning of May, / when spring’s first thunder, / as though play, in a frolic, / rumbles in the blue sky. The young peals of thunder rattle. / Now it is drizzling, / dust is flying, pearls are hanging, / and the sun is gilding the treads. A swift to...»
«I love a thunder-storm in May / When here the first spring’s early thunder, / As though a joyful part of play, / Roars in the blue sky in its grandeur. Being strong and young, it’s thundering, / Look, rain has started, dust is flying, / The rainy pearls have hung as strings, / The s...»
«I'm thinking about morning of Your glory, / About morning of your days, / When suddenly You as demon had awoken / From dream, as god to every men. I'm thinking about brows on Your face, / Met together, as the torches of Your eyes, / And the lava of Your blood of ages, / That along Your ...»