to Valentina Serova
That's how we live, without forgetting,
Today it's him, tomorrow I.
The cup of death goes round the table
And each must wait his turn to die.
If I am blind to how you treat me.
It's not because I cannot see.
It is because, around the table,
The cup comes round again towards me!
Да, мы живём, не забывая
Что просто не пришел черед,
Что смерть, как чаша круговая,
Наш стол обходит круглый год.
Не потому тебе прощаю,
Что не умею помнить зла,
А потому, что круговая
Ко мне все ближе вдоль стола.
«Evening and slanting, / Downward goes my way. / Yesterday in love still, / "Don't forget" you prayed. / Now there's only shepherds' / Cry, and glancing winds, / And the worried cedars / Stand by clear springs.»
«Yellow and fresh are the lanterns, / Black is the road of the garden at sea. / I am very calm. Only please, do not / Talk about him with me. / You're tender and loyal, we'll be friends... / Have fun, kiss, together grow old... / And light months above us will fly like feathers, / Like ...»
«We aren't in the forest, there is no need for calling — / You know your jokes do not shine... / Why don't you come to lull into quiet / This wounded conscience of mine? You possess other worries / You have another wife / And, looking into my dry eyes, / St. Petersburg spring has arriv...»
«God is unkind to gardeners and reapers. / Slanted rain coils and falls from up high / And the wide raincoats catch water, / That once had reflected the sky. In underwater realm are fields and meadows / And the free currents sing a lot, / Plums rupture on bloated branches / And grass st...»