Resplendent in their biblical glory
Above the city float the flaming clouds;
The angel that tops Peter and Paul's fortress
Looks through them into centuries massed….
But my vision is clear and it’s uncertain
What lies beyond – what dreams, sunsets, cities
Will replace these – glowing gold, growing pale –
And what night will set for all of eternity!
Как древняя ликующая слава,
Плывут и пламенеют облака,
И ангел с крепости Петра и Павла
Глядит сквозь них — в грядущие века.
Но ясен взор — и неизвестно, что там
Какие сны, закаты, города —
На смену этим блеклым позолотам —
Какая ночь настанет навсегда!
«There, where red water from the sunrise / Seems spilled across the cabbage rows, / A maple sapling stretches to nurse / From its mother tree’s green udders.»
«It’s evening. Dew / Sparkles the nettles. / I stand in the roadway / Resting among willows. Moon’s light is strong / Striking our roofs. / I listen to the song, / Nightingales far off. It’s warm and nice / Like winter by a stove. / Like tall candles / Birches stand above. ...»
«For A. M Remizov Riveted in place on her shattered paw / She had curled near to her den. / A thin trickle of blood in the snow / Framed her face’s pain. The shot and bristly smoke remained / In her eyes from its burst from the fen. / From the scrubby bushes like wind / Pellets had sc...»
«Past mountains, past the yellow valleys, / A path is stretching from the village. / I gaze on woods and flames of evening / Where nettles twine the wattle fencing. Heavenly blue spreads in the morning / Where like sand, churches’ domes are gleaming. / Breezes ripple the roadside grass /...»