Fierce valley,
Valley of love.
Hands: white with salt.
Mouth: black with blood.
A left-breasted Amazon’s
Shaft just missed my temple.
Yes — my head on a stone —
Life, who could love you?
To hell with my plans! To hell with my lies!
Here: as a lark, there: as honeysuckle,
Here: by the handfuls: all pitched-out along
With my savageries — and silences,
With my rainbows glimpsed through tears,
With my pilfering, my prevarications...
Life, yes, you are a darling!
And greedy too!
You leave your bite-mark
On my right shoulder.
Chirping in darkness...
With the birds I rouse myself!
To leave my own cheerful mark
On your chronicle.
Лютая юдоль,
Дольняя любовь.
Руки: свет и соль.
Губы: смоль и кровь.
Левогрудый гром
Лбом подслушан был.
Так — о камень лбом —
Кто тебя любил?
Бог с замыслами! Бог с вымыслами!
Вот: жаворонком, вот: жимолостью,
Вот: пригоршнями: вся выплеснута
С моими дикостями — и тихостями,
С моими радугами заплаканными,
С подкрадываньями, забарматываньями…
Милая ты жизнь!
Жадная ещё!
Ты запомни вжим
В правое плечо.
Щебеты во тьмах…
С птицами встаю!
Мой весёлый вмах
В летопись твою.
«For the word you remembered once / And then forgot forever, / For all that in the burning sunset / You looked for and you never found, And for despair of your dreams, / And for the cold that grew inside your chest, / And for a slow-growing death / Without any hope of moving on, And for...»
«O, you, my life, enough of fuss, / Enough complaints, – it's all just void. / And peace descends into the world – / You, too, search for your rest. I want the heavy snow to fall, / The sky, transparent blue, to stretch, / And that I could forever sense / Ice in my heart and on the t...»
«Dawn and rain. A dense fog in the park, / And in the window – an unneeded candle, / An open and forgotten trunk, / Her shoulders that barely tremble. No word about us, no word about the past. / It’s such a trifle – what happened at the end! / When solitude for two – it is so sad.....»
«The twilight turns into unbearable time, / Unbearable nights... / Where are you, my late fellows? / Where are you, my friends? It’s time to reply. With no hesitations, towards danger, / — With no hesitations and no inanity, — / Under a fading torch of “clarity”, / My friends, ...»