Dear Mummy my darling
I. Love. You.
Gran — my darling
I will right more to
I no the alfa bet already
I’ll be six pretty soon
A doll is what there gonna get me
And I already got
Theres no more room
I kis all of you
This stick and ten donuts
A million times, I do
There is little boy here!
The biggest ears you ever saw
And there is that another boy —
Never forgetting you, dear
Kuka.
Мамоч-ка ми-дорогая
Я. Вас. Люблю.
Баушка мил-дорогая
Больше я буду
Я уже знаю буквы
Скоро мне шесть
Они наверно подярят куклу
А у меня есть
Уже больше нету места
Цлую всех вас
Это палка и бубликов десять
Значит-мильен раз
У нас есть один мальчик
Он очень ухий
А есть который другой мальчик
Незабудущая вас
Кука.
«1 I don't believe forebodings, nor do omens / Frighten me. I do not run from slander / Nor from poison. On earth there is no death. / All are immortal. All is immortal. No need / To be afraid of death at seventeen / Nor yet at seventy. Reality and light / Exist, but neither death nor da...»
«My soul is borne out on the wind. / Through the opaqueness of her earthly case she glitters like a sword. / She is free; she rides her body as the whirlwind the storm. / She is free from the death of the flesh. / / Her passage is brief as the lightning, / As the flash of the outgoing se...»
«In fields hopeless and dumb / Droops the pale-bladed grain; / It is dozing and numb / Amid dreams that are vain... / With a high sudden hum / The field tosses its mane: / "Unto us Christ is come!" / The wild news shakes the plain. / Like a wind-beaten drum / Shouts the quivering gr...»
«My insatiable memory is like / A melting asphalt roadway: / I remember all who have passed along it, / Every movement of their life... / The tracks of iron wheels, of teeth, / The rusty tracks of injury and anguish. / Nearby the sweet birdlike prints / Of a dead daughter's little shoes...»