One person said: «One life is not enough»
Another said, «The goal we can't handle»
A woman, habitually and dull,
Not listening, has rocked the cradle.
The fading ropes creaked so much,
Fell into silence — more gently every time! —
As if the angels sang for her from heaven
And talked about love.
Один сказал: «Нам этой жизни мало»,
Другой сказал: «Недостижима цель»,
А женщина привычно и устало,
Не слушая, качала колыбель.
И стертые веревки так скрипели,
Так умолкали — каждый раз нежнее! —
Как будто ангелы ей с неба пели
И о любви беседовали с ней.
«If you kept faith, or not, does it avail? / If I was faithful or unfaithful to you? / Our eyes that would look elsewhere flinch and fail, / Yet not my will has power to undo you. / Once more I tremble, so once more you pale, / As the forebodings of old pain break through you. / The momen...»
«Kindling the air, fierce birds with feathers of fire, / Through the white portals of Paradise flamed like desire. / Virgin vistas reared, lit with quivering red, / And beyond seas were the trackless wanderers fled. But on the pillars of marble, on the threshold were thrown / Crimson shadows...»
«The posters shout, their gorgeous motley blares, / The signboards' groaning fills the street, / And from the shops a shrill light sharply flares, / As cries of triumph mock defeat. / Behind the glimmering panes soft fabrics sleep, / And diamonds pour their poison daze, / Above massed coi...»
«On slow and smoky fire thou burn'st and art consuméd, / Oh, thou, my soul. / On slow and smoky fire thou burn'st and art consuméd, / With hidden dole. Thou droopest like Sebastian, pierced with pointed arrows, / ...»