Whirlwinds of turbid bad weather
Keep a white secret...
Bells of a bracelet will now
all silent, now ring...
Dread of stolen happiness —
The honey and poison of cold lips
I thirstily drink, all filled
With the fever of voluptuousness.
This dream, gray darkness, you
Alone were able to create,
Crunch of snow, gleam of shadow,
Smoky patterns on the pane,
And harmony from the warmth
Of lips, fur, and lilac.
Вихри мутного ненастья
Тайну белую хранят…
Колокольчики запястья
То умолкнут, то звенят.
Ужас краденого счастья, —
Губ холодных мёд и яд,
Жадно пью я, весь объят
Лихорадкой сладострастья.
Этот сон, седая мгла,
Ты одна создать могла,
Снега скрип, мельканье тени,
На стекле узор курений
И созвучье из тепла
Губ, и меха, и сиреней.
«Like winds of seas, you toss the shutters, / Like winds of deserts, you sing: "Behold! / You're mine for ever! I'm ancient Clutter, / Your old, good fellow, — unlock your hold!" I dare not open, I hold the shutters, / I hold the shutters and hide my fright. / I keep and cherish, I kee...»
«A wave boils with its foam, freezing, / And dissipates — just only once, / A heart could not to live with treason. / No treason! Love is one for us! We may be angry, may be reasoned, / Or false — but heart did not decline / To black adultery, to treason: / Our soul is one — ou...»
«To V. Zlobin I roar — a dying lion... / D’ you see all this, my God! / Between machine’s teeth iron, / My flesh is being deformed. I’ll bear pains my own… / But would I — all, I feel? / All that in systems goes on, / Between the clogs of wheels?»
«In her despiteous and shameless wickedness / She is, as ashes, grey or grey as dust. / And I am perishing from just her nearness, / From bonds that solidly connected us. She is a coarse one, she is a prickly one, / She is a cold one — she is a snake. / With her repulsive scales she h...»