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.
«On the dark-blue sky / The dawn burst red. / In golden glow, spry / Sun rose from its bed. When sun-light came back, / By the sky reflected, / It met on its track, / New rays just projected. And when bright-gold, blended rays / Spilled, suddenly lighting earth’s face, / The blue ...»
«on 26 April 1912 “What do you need?” I pled / With the blizzard, “Please depart. / You summon sadness and dread / And worries that sicken my heart; Why do you howl at my window? / Let me be now, I’m praying; / Move away, or stay and blow, / But don’t listen — I’m crying. ...»
«Somebody sings a happy song / Somewhere far, far away; I‘d go / There, or I’d happily sing along / Alas, my broken heart says no. My soul strives to reach this song / And seeks like notes in my heart / Alas, I wasted my strength long / Ago, before this song did start. Quite early, ...»
«Old hut, barely one room, / Often, the blizzards cry / At your door; gloom / And worry come-by and When a bad year befalls, / Hunger comes along; / Laments within your walls / Rob the notes from a song. Bitterness, everyone sings / About: neediness, duress, / The evil and sad thing...»