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.
«Under my window / Tucked in the snow / White birch retired / Clad in silver glow. On the fluffy branches / Snowy-trim with silver-tinge / Melted around catkins / Forming white fringe. Like golden fires / Snow-flakes blazed / While birch stood still / Asleep, or amazed. Meanwhile...»
«Leaves atremble, / the maples rocked. / They scattered pollen / like powdered brass. / Winds blew and / green forest sighted. / The echo whispered / with dried / feather – grass, Gloomy storm / at the window cries / bending twigs / toward the murky glass. / Shaking morosel...»
«In the evening realm / of the green spring, / A calm river winds / like a silvery string. / The forested hills / hug the red sun. / The golden horn / gives birth / to the moon; / In a tiny hut, / the ploughman / is back from the / furrowed hills. / The nightingale / trill...»
«The blizzard buried the hedge, / Behind the window the snow still falls / While on the warm stove ledge / An old man his youth recalls. "Eh, there were good seasons / In my life — nothing went wrong, / I had no worries, but the reasons / To carouse and sing the songs, And now what li...»