I thought that the heart made of stone,
That it’s fully empty and dead:
Though fire in it had been thrown,
It’s not damaged or just upset.
And that’s right: it was not tormented,
If — painful, then only a bit,
But, yet, it is better to end it,
Put out, while you can do it…
The heart is in darkness entire,
I’ve known: the victory’s mine —
At last, we extinguished the fire…
And, yet, in a smoke I die.
Я думал, что сердце из камня,
Что пусто оно и мертво:
Пусть в сердце огонь языками
Походит — ему ничего.
И точно: мне было не больно,
А больно, так разве чуть-чуть.
И все-таки лучше довольно,
Задуй, пока можно задуть…
На сердце темно, как в могиле,
Я знал, что пожар я уйму…
Ну вот… и огонь потушили,
А я умираю в дыму.
«Tuxedoed, attired immaculately, the high-society gentlemen / Stupefying their faces, brought themselves into a room, / I gave a forced smile, sarcastically ash and darkness remembering: / A new poetic motif unexpectedly breaking the gloom. Every line — a slap on the cheek. My voice — tor...»
«Pineapples in champagne! Pineapples in champagne! / Deliriously tasty, sparkling and bright! / Im in something from Norway! Im in something from Spain! / Im inspired in bursts and I sit down to write. Planes are screeching above me! Automobiles are running! / Express trains whistling by and...»
«Im nightingale: no traits I carry / And without special depth I sing. / But everyone, from crone to baby, / Will know me, singer of the spring. Im nightingale, I am a graybird, / But like a rainbow is my song. / I only have a single habit: / To other lands to lure the throng. Im nighti...»
«Love is a causelessness. Thoughtlessness even. / To love for a reason? I love for I feel. / Love is like a troika, demented and rabid, / Rushing toward a ship that is leaving to sail. Where to? Does not matter. I like aimless journeys. / Magnolias blooming... Wandering ice... / Fly onward...»