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.
«I loved you, and that love to die refusing, / May still — who knows! Be smoldering in my breast. / Pray, be not pained — believe me, of my choosing / I’d never have you troubled nor yet distressed. I loved you mutely, hopelessly and truly, / With shy yet fervent, tenderness aglow; / ...»
«I loved you; and I probably still do, / And for awhile the feeling may remain — / But let my love no longer trouble you: / I do not wish to cause you any pain. I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew / The jealousy, the shyness — though in vain — / Made up a love so tender and so t...»
«I loved you; and perhaps I love you still, / The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet / It burns so quietly within my soul, / No longer should you feel distressed by it. Silently and hopelessly I loved you, / At times too jealous and at times too shy. / God grant you find another who ...»
«I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul / The former love has never gone away, / But let it not recall to you my dole; / I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, / In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; / I loved you so tenderly and truly, / As let yo...»