On the blue paper, crudely,
Crudely blue, but in the
Most delicate net, the
Twigs were thrown apart,
Twig-cobwebs. And on the
Twigs was hoar frost,
Semi-precious hoar frost
Just like grains of
Sugar... On the blue
Paper the twigs were
Thrown apart, the tears
Were bitter... Poor
Little reed, dear little
Reed, and why is it
Bustling? It would ever
Convince us that it is
Alive, that, growing
Weary — (Enough, dear!) —
It too awaits May, the
Wind’s embraces and
Green clothes, to fall
Asleep to the fairy tale
Of the nightingale’s
Caress, and to awake,
Blinking little eyes
Sleepy from the azure’s
Fire. On the blue paper,
Crudely, crudely blue,
The twigs were thrown
Apart, twig cobwebs.
The hoar frost froze
All the tiny tears
Of the dry reed
On the blue paper.
На бумаге синей,
Грубо, грубо синей,
Но в тончайшей сетке
Разметались ветки,
Ветки-паутинки.
А по веткам иней,
Самоцветный иней,
Точно сахаринки…
По бумаге синей
Разметались ветки,
Слезы были едки.
Бедная тростинка,
Милая тростинка,
И чего хлопочет?
Все уверить хочет,
Что она живая,
Что, изнемогая —
(Полно, дорогая!) —
И она ждет мая,
Ветреных объятий
И зеленых платьев,
Засыпать под сказки
Соловьиной ласки
И проснуться, щуря
Заспанные глазки
От огня лазури.
На бумаге синей,
Грубо, грубо синей,
Раметались ветки,
Ветки-паутинки.
Заморозил иней
У сухой тростинки
На бумаге синей
Все ее слезинки.
«A perfectly ripened trill, / The cackling of crushed ice, / Night, frosting a leaf, / A duel between nightingales. A sweet pea-vine grown wild, / God's tears upon a peapod, / Figaro from flutes and conductors' stands / Crashing down like hail on a flower bed. The crucial discovery of n...»
«I’d like to live with You / In a small town, / Where there are eternal twilights / And eternal bells. / And in a small village inn — / The faint chime / Of ancient clocks — like droplets of time. / And sometimes, in the evenings, from some garret — / A flute, / And the flau...»
«Already now the weary day / Has through the purple waves descended; / The cooling shades have fast extended; / The azure arch of heaven grows gray! / And solemn Night with peaceful pinions / Comas winging through her vast dominions, / And Hesper with his glittering star / Is hera...»
«Deep silence in the sky; / The moon mysteriously / Through filmy haze is sinking; / The Star of Love is winking / Above the darkling hill, / And in the abyss so still / Things formless, fascinating, / Come flying, animating / The silence of the night, — / They bring the Spring’...»