На дне морском подводные растенья
Распространяют бледные листы,
И тянутся, растут как привиденья,
В безмолвии угрюмой темнотыю
Их тяготит покой уединенья,
Их манит мир безвестной высоты,
Им хочется любви, лучей, волненья,
Им снятся ароматные цветы.
Но нет пути в страну борьбы и света,
Молчит кругом холодная вода.
Акулы проплывают иногда.
Ни проблеска, ни звука, ни привета,
И сверху посылает зыбь морей
Лишь трупы и обломки кораблей.
«They have set a Christmas tree up in a hospital ward. / It clearly feels out of place in a cloister of suffering. / The moon over Leningrad comes to my window ledge / but does not stay long - many windows, much waiting. The moon moves on to a spry, independent old woman; / outside y...»
«Yes, I’m a sailor! A wanderer of the seas, / In endless waves a seeker of strange isles. / I yearn for new hues in a different breeze, / New tongues and alien plateaus and defiles. And women come to my passionate pleas / Obedient, with but begging in their smiles! / As painful veils dro...»
«Tender-grey the day was, grey as sorrow, and / Pallid grew the evening, like a woman's hand. In the house at evening they had hid their hearts, / Faint with tender sorrow,— grief that ne'er departs. Hands were clasped together, eyes forebore to meet, / Unto glistening shoulders laughing li...»
«Lads and lasses gathering, / Willow-boughs and tapers bring, / That they homeward bear. Warmly do the flamelets glow, / Wayfarers cross them as they go; / Spring-tide scents the air. Little breeze from far away, / Rain, O rain, with tiny spray, / Quench ye not the flame. For Palm Sund...»