Bent with worry, God
paused, to smile.
And look, there were many
holy angels with bodies of
the radiance he had
given them,
some with enormous wings and
others without any,
which is why I weep
so much
because even more than God
himself I love his fair angels.
Бог согнулся от заботы
И затих.
Вот и улыбнулся, вот и
Много ангелов святых
С лучезарными телами
Сотворил.
Есть с огромными крылами,
А бывают и без крыл.
Оттого и плачу много,
Оттого —
Что взлюбила больше Бога
Милых ангелов его.
«This cannot be, / This is a forgery... / The day was so drawn out and lived to its end, / Or not lived through but exhausted?.. / This cannot be... / From that very time there has been / Some kind of lump in my throat... / Nonsense... ...»
«If a tall story suddenly came to life, I / Would place a candle in the window. Come / In... We are not going to share, I / Want to give all happiness to you! You will come even to a voice of / Sadness, because you are bright and / Tender, because the lilac and the / Moon once promised y...»
«(Winter Train) In the white field was an ashy ball, the / Shadows there were tender and desired; / A ravishing dance merged and swirled / And laid smoke on their flounces. In a turbulent sequence, screening the / Distance from me, the dancers flew past, / And there was an age-old sadness...»
«You have come for me? I am ready. We have / Transgressed, so we shall answer for it. / To us — jail, but to them — flowers... / Sun, O people, to our children! In childhood the thread of life is thinner, / The days are shorter at this time... / Do not hasten to scold them, / But sp...»