The smokey blotches of the neighbours’ windows,
and windswept roses bending, drawing breath —
if I could think that life is but a dream,
that we cannot help waking after death.
To wait in heaven — heaven is so blue —
to wait in that cool bliss without a care.
And then, never to part with you.
With you for ever. Do you see? For ever...
Дымные пятна соседних окон,
Розы под ветром вздыхают и гнутся.
Если б поверить, что жизнь — это сон,
Что после смерти нельзя не проснуться.
Будет в раю — рай совсем голубой —
Ждать так прохладно, блаженно-безпечно.
И никогда не расстаться с тобой!
Вечно с тобой. Понимаешь ли? Вечно...
«Grey is the morning, the morning is misty, / Mournful are grasslands all covered with snow. / Out of your wish you’ll get thoughts light and wispy, / Images, feelings you lost long ago. You will remember the passionate speeches, / Glances you longed for and keenly desired, / Greetings...»
«The dull melancholy, and no one to offer a hand / In times of a destitute feeling… / The wishing!.. What good is to wish with no merit or end? / And years keep on passing — the ones most appealing! To love... but then whom?.. For a time, isn’t worth the travail; / Forever, no love has...»
«(fragment) Over my street for many-many years, / sound the steps — my friends leave me forever. / The slow exodus of all my dear friends / takes from the dark by windows its favor. / . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . / Oh, constant loneliness, how hard are manners yours! / ...»
«1 I'm alone on the path just taken; / Glittering, it stretches through the fog; / Quiet night. All harkens to the Maker, / And two stars begin a dialogue. 2 It is grand and solemn in the heavens! / In the azure radiance Earth rests... / Why then does my heart seem so heavy? / Do I ho...»