Held captured and enraptured deeply,
I saw my dreams during the day, —
All saw me sleeping where I lay,
Nobody saw me tired and sleepy.
And all because throughout the day,
The dreams were floating in my sight,
I can’t sleep now, and here I stay
And like a lonesome shadow sway
Over my sleeping friends at night.
Восхи́щенной и восхищённой,
Сны видящей средь бела дня,
Все спящей видели меня,
Никто меня не видел сонной.
И оттого, что целый день
Сны проплывают пред глазами,
Уж ночью мне ложиться — лень.
И вот, тоскующая тень,
Стою над спящими друзьями.
«We are so bound up in discord / The centuries cannot disentangle us — / I’m a warlock, you’re a wolf. We’re close / In the continuous dictionary of earth. Shoulder to shoulder, like the blind, / And led along by destiny, / In the undying dictionary of this country / We’re both...»
«A German machinegunner will shoot me in the road, or / An incendiary bomb will break my legs, or An SS-kid will give me a bullet in the gut. / In any case, on this front, they’ve got me covered. Without my name, or glory, or even boots, / With frozen eyes I’ll gaze at the snow, blood-col...»
«The Lethe’s wind is blowing over me / With anodyne and slow beatitude. / “Where should I with such a muteness be, / When the perfection is so blind and rude.” Being exhausted, deathly granite grows / Silent and cold over the darkling water / “It’s time, my friend. The city sadl...»
«A chart of living daubed I, quickly, / the paint from jam jar did I splatter; / I fingered plate of aspic, sickly / with curving prows through ocean water. / In scale of pickled herringed letter — / a proclamation from new lips. / And you / a nocturne could / ...»