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...
«A wise and simple life I learned to live, / I pray to God in quiet meditation, / I take long wanderings before the eve / To weary the unneeded angst and tension. With burdock rustling; and the rowan red / And yellow berries gradually fading, / I form the joyous verses in my head / That ...»
«1 It was sultry from blazing light / And his every glance — like a flame. / I only started: that is right. / Me — only this one can tame. / He bent, — in a casual, low tone... / The blood sharply left my hot face. / Let love stop — like a tombstone — / My life's even, m...»
«For the resounding glory of ages to come / For the tall race of men / I have given up both the cup at my fathers' feast / My mirth and my honour. The wolf-hound age throws itself at my shoulders / But I am no wolf by my blood, / Rather stuff me like a hat into the sleeve / Of the warm o...»
«Longing, desires still ravage / my soul which strives to reach you. / In recollection's twilight / I try to catch your image. / I can't forget your face. / It is a lovely constellation, / timeless, in every place, / unreachable, not knowing fluctuation.»