Either meadows, pray tell, or clouds, or water
Bewitched by the yellow moon:
A silvery expanse, a silvery distance
Above me, before me, behind me…
Not regretting anything… wishing nothing…
Only that the sorceress’ mask would gleam
And that its tale would unravel
Into the silvery distance, the silvery expanse.
То луга ли, скажи, облака ли, вода ль
Околдована жёлтой луною:
Серебристая гладь, серебристая даль
Надо мной, предо мною, за мною…
Ни о чём не жалеть… Ничего не желать…
Только б маска колдуньи светилась
Да клубком её сказка катилась
В серебристую даль, на сребристую гладь.
«Please search for me in rays through spring leaves sweeping. / I am a bell, a brook, a sun spot sitting still. / I am the wings, elf-like, in twilight fleeting. / They wave. They were. They touched your window sill. Eternal friend, no farewell, no parting! / D'you hear? I'm here. Your han...»
«Snowflakes. Sundown. Fog covered silhouettes. / Roofs like the crests of the sea. / Strange drifts of ocher and rose, a-mellowing, / Atop cupolas they flee. Quiet. So quietly, sadly, and peacefully, / Lights look through windows at me... / Bells ring-a-ling, I imbibe sounds blissfully... ...»
«I sit in my room round and tiny / Awashed by the light from above, / Look up at the stuccoed skyline / Dawn-dusked by a sixty watt sun. My things, lit as well, they surround me: / The chairs, the table, the bed. / I pause, hands confused, where to hide them? / My thoughts race, unravel ...»
«Brightly lit from above I am sitting / in my circular room; this is I — / looking up at a sky made of stucco, / at a sixty-watt sun in that sky. All around me, and also lit brightly, / all around me my furniture stands, / chair and table and bed--and I wonder / sitting there what to d...»