A boiling Waterfall, once, dashing from the rock,
Addressed to a salubrious Spring below with a talk:
"In grass you're hardly seen, your murmur is not loud,
So how you succeed attracting this huge crowd?
Why do they come to you? I'don't know what to think."
"For treatment", quietly said the Spring.
Кипящий Водопад, свергаяся со скал,
Целебному ключу с надменностью сказал
(Который под горой едва лишь был приметен,
Но силой славился лечебною своей):
«Не странно ль это? Ты так мал, водой так беден,
А у тебя всегда премножество гостей?
Не мудрено, коль мне приходит кто дивиться;
К тебе зачем идут?» — «Лечиться»,
Смиренно прожурчал Ручей.
«I shut Homer and sat by the bay window glass. / On my lips the last word of the Iliad fluttered. / The night watchman’s long shadow unhurriedly passed, / And above something — lamplight or moonlight — bright sputtered. So, so often I’d throw down challenging looks / And I met in rep...»
«No, I can’t ever forget / your child’s mouth, your girl’s glance, / bold — I dream of you, / I speak, I think of you — always — like rhythm. I feel vast oceans / heaving as the moon yaws, / and whole galaxies, burning, / swinging as they have always swung, will always swing....»
«Being drawn into earthly passions, / I vision as from gloom to light / Once, dressed in black, Dark Angel rushes / To cry: "Salvation is a lie!" Yet, unassuming and lighthearted, / Delightful as a noble deed, / Comes angel from the white department / To add that hope is true indeed.»
«To Vl. Motyl As a child, I was convinced / that from all conditions / Potion of the Danish Prince / is the most efficient. / And that faith is burning since / brighter every year... / Potion of the Danish Prince / Savor, cavalier! Potion of this Prince or King / is as sweet as cand...»