No more Europe, no more America.
The end of Tsarskoye, of Moscow, too.
A fit of nuclear hysteria –
life atomized into a radiant blue.
Transparent, all-forgiving haze will stretch
over the seas. And he who could have done
something yet chose not to, will be left
in the expanse of pre-eternity, alone.
Не станет ни Европы, ни Америки,
Ни Царскосельских парков, ни Москвы —
Припадок атомической истерики
Всё распылит в сияньи синевы.
Потом над морем ласково протянется
Прозрачный, всепрощающий дымок…
И Тот, кто мог помочь и не помог,
В предвечном одиночестве останется.
«By bars of my prison / The thick nettle lies; / A willow has risen / Pavilion-wise. Boats gaily are seeking / The far-away blue; / The lattice is creaking, / My file passes through. My sorrowful dreaming / Is quiet in me; / The waters are gleaming, / I soon shall be free. No glo...»
«Curious eyes of those blue skyey spaces. / Tell me how long shall your glimmer inspire me? / Long shall I feel, that in night’s holy places / Nothing is nobler or fairer to fire me. Quenched in some era forgotten, you may be / Nothing at all, though you still flame afar there; / — Thi...»
«Whispering. A timid sigh. / A nightingale that trills. / Silver, and a lullaby / From the unseen rills. Twilight with a deepening blue. / Darkness falls apace. / Beauty yields to beauties new / On her enchanted face. Roses when the greyness clears, / That amber drives away. / And l...»
«For long I stood motionless, watching / Stars and still more stars beyond, / And there seemed to grow up in the stillness / Between me and the stars a bond. I thought... something I have forgotten... / Far music I heard faintly chime; / Very gently the stars were swaying... / I have lov...»