The forest is misted in sparklings,
In the shadows faces are changing.
Into the skies’ blue hermitage
Chimings are departing to pray...
Chimings, take me! My heart
Is so weak and orphaned...
Dust from the day’s sparkling teases
With the possibility of peace...
What does it promise, this
Call? Or shall we too congeal
There, as pearls of islands
Congeal along blue lagoons?
В блестках туманится лес,
В тенях меняются лица,
В синюю пу́стынь небес
Звоны уходят молиться…
Звоны, возьмите меня!
Сердце так слабо и сиро,
Пыль от сверкания дня
Дразнит возможностью мира.
Что он сулит, этот зов?
Или и мы там застынем,
Как жемчуга островов
Стынут по заводям синим?..
«Rock and rock me, starry boat! / My head is weary of breaking waves! For too long I’ve lost my moorings, — / My head is weary of thinking: Of hymns — of laurels — of heroes — of hydras, — / My head is weary of pretensions! Lay me out among grasses and pine-needles, — / My he...»
«How this matter came to an end / Neither love nor friendship can say. / With every passing day you reply less directly, / With every passing day you disappear more deeply. Until, you’re undisturbed by anything now, / — Only the tree riffles its branches — / As if you’ve fallen int...»
«Early yet — to no longer be! / Early yet — to no longer burn! / Tenderness! A brutal lash / Of Underworld encounters. However deep your inclination — / The sky — is a fathomless vat! / O, for such a love it’s / Early yet — to not feel wounded! Life is alive with jealousy! /...»
«I’ll be late to our fixed / Appointment. Having stopped spring / In time, into the bargain — I’ll be grey. / You’ve fixated too much on this! I’ll walk for years — and never falter / In my Ophelia’s taste for bitter rue! / I’ll walk through hills — and hayricks, / I’...»