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Like drunk, like sleepy
Unawares, without caution,
The dimples of temples:
Sleepless conscience.
Empty eye sockets:
All dead and light.
Empty glass of a dreamer
And man with second sight.
Not you on
Still rustling pile of garbage
Carried out —
Returning by Hades' gorge?
Did not this,
Ringing with a silver bell,
Head flow past
The sleepy Gebr?
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Как сонный, как пьяный,
Врасплох, не готовясь.
Височные ямы:
Бессонная совесть.
Пустые глазницы:
Мертво и светло.
Сновидца, всевидца
Пустое стекло.
Не ты ли
Её шелестящей хламиды
Не вынес —
Обратным ущельем Аида?
Не эта ль,
Серебряным звоном полна,
Вдоль сонного Гебра
Плыла голова?
«White sail out in the bay / billowing in the wind. / Why sail so far away? / Why leave so much behind? Winds must play on the seas / and masts creak in the wind. / Fortune is not what he seeks, / nor what he's left behind. A golden light still pours / down onto deep blue seas; / th...»
«Old pails and tubs all over / The place; from the onset / The day is wet and awkward, / It drizzles at sunset, / / And gulping down tears / The darkness gives a sigh, / At miles away one hears / Steam train's lonesome cry, / / An early dusk comes dow...»
«My trees, it's for your stunning eyes, / Because of your amazing presence / That, for the very first of times, / I live on Earth and see your essence. / / I often think: perhaps, the Lord, / When looking for the color, found / And took it from inside my heart / And dipped His brush ...»
«In every thing I want to grasp / Its very core. / In work, in searching for the path, / In heart's uproar. / / To see the essence of my days, / In every minute / To see its cause, its root, its base, / Its sacred meaning. /...»