O, you, my life, enough of fuss,
Enough complaints, – it's all just void.
And peace descends into the world –
You, too, search for your rest.
I want the heavy snow to fall,
The sky, transparent blue, to stretch,
And that I could forever sense
Ice in my heart and on the trees - some frost.
О, жизнь моя! Не надо суеты,
Не надо жалоб, — это все пустое.
Покой нисходит в мир, — ищи и ты покоя.
Мне хочется, чтоб снег тяжелый лег,
Тянулся небосвод прозрачно-синий,
И чтоб я жил, и чувствовать бы мог
На сердце лед и на деревьях иней.
«Bring visions when you ring my bell / or all the loveliness of hell, / of God, if you belong to that band. / But little acts of meaning well — / just leave them outside on the hat stand. On this small pea in endless space / be shining angel or be demon. / But not mere man, though, for...»
«Through the closed nursery doors, the sugar angel / stares through the chink to see / the children playing at the Christmas party, / the brightly candled tree. Nana is making up the crackling fire, / a blaze for Christmas Day. / Only the sugar angel — he is German — / wastes, warm a...»
«I had a bird in my hand / but my bird has flown. / I held a bird in my hand / but am now all alone. My small bird has left me / full of anger and rage; / my blue bird has left me / alone in a cage.»
«When the streets empty out / and the singing dies down / and a white fog covers / the swamps and the town, / from the forests in silence / one after another / the wolves come out and go hunting. Seven wolves walk on bravely; / in front of them walks / an eighth with white fur; / w...»