One mirror must mirror another;
each mirror mismirrors the other.
Not that evil cannot be defeated,
only that we cannot escape defeat;
I believe in the ash left behind by the fire;
not in the music that burned my life.
Друг друга отражают зеркала,
Взаимно искажая отраженья.
Я верю не в непобедимость зла,
А только в неизбежность пораженья.
Не в музыку, что жизнь мою сожгла,
А в пепел, что остался от сожженья.
«The golden birch-tree grove has fallen silent / Its merry chatter having stopped afore, / The cranes up there flying over, sullen, / Have nobody to pity any more. Whom should they pity? Each is just a trotter. / One comes and goes and leaves for good again. / The moon and hempen bus...»
«Are you still alive, my dear granny? / I am alive as well. Hello! Hello! / May there always be above you, honey, / The amazing stream of evening glow. / / I've been told that hiding your disquiet, / Worrying about me a lot, / You go out to the roadside every night, / Wearing your ...»
«Jazz, harmonika! Boredom... Boredom... / Fingers, strewn up and down in streams. / Drink it with me! Drink down, you bitch, rotten! / Drink with me! You’ve been loved at full stretch and worn all o’er, / Drives me mad! / Off with staring at me with your deep blue globs! / Feel like ...»
«No regrets, no cries, no pain will ever / Touch my heart like blossoms touch a tree / Withering with autumn, I will never / Be the young man that I used to be You, my heart, are slowing down already / As you’re freezing inch by inch inside / Barefooted, wild me — how upsetting! — / ...»