From a strict and elegant temple
On the squealing of squares you alight.
Freedom! The beautiful lady
Of marquises and Russian knights.
A dreadful rehearsal is on now —
Still ahead is the mass!
O freedom! The partying woman
On the mad soldier's chest!
Из строгого, стройного храма
Ты вышла на визг площадей…
— Свобода! — Прекрасная Дама
Маркизов и русских князей.
Свершается страшная спевка, —
Обедня ещё впереди!
— Свобода! — Гулящая девка
На шалой солдатской груди!
«He who compared himself to the eye of a horse, / Peers, looks, sees, recognizes, / And instantly puddles shine, ice / Pines away, like a melting of diamonds. Backyards drowse in lilac haze. Branch — / Line platforms, logs, clouds, leaves... / The engine’s whistle, watermelon’s crunc...»
«And you, my friends who have been called away, / I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, / Not as a frozen willow over your memory, / But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. / What names are those! / I slam shut the ...»
«I walked without dragging my feet / but felt heavy at heart and frightened; / and I pulled onto my left hand / the glove that belonged to the right. There seemed to be countless steps, / though I knew there were only three, / and an autumn voice from maples / whispered, "Die with me! I...»
«1. The pillow is already hot / From both of the sides. / The last of the candles has burnt / Out and the ravens’ cries / Are growing more and more plain. / I have not slept all last night / Thinking of sleep is late... / How is unbearably white, / On the white window the drape. /...»