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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?
«We are everywhere. We are nowhere. We walk / And the winter wind blows at us. / In churches both at dusk and during the day / It sings and blows out the candles. And it often seems that in the distance, / At dark walls or at a corner / Where we sang and passed, / There still sings and w...»
«The wondrous moment of our meeting… / I well remember you appear / Before me like a vision fleeting, / A beauty’s angel pure and clear. In hopeless ennui surrounding / The worldly bustle, to my ear / For long your tender voice kept sounding, / For long in dreams came features dear. ...»
«I knew you were dreaming of me, / that’s why I couldn’t get to sleep. / The murky lamp hazed blue / and showed me the road. You saw the Tsaritsa’s garden, / the intricate white palace, / the black tracery of the fences / by the echoing stone steps. You walked, not knowing the wa...»
«I will return as grass in spring, / I'll try to reach you, germinating, / As buds reach forward to the green / When they are waiting to awaken. To start the blossoming anew / One morning, secretly and shyly, / Already sparkling with the dew, / That dries away if sun is shining. The sun...»