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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?
«Now the golden leafage is beggared. / Shining through the porches of autumn, / Shows the cool blue stillness of heaven. / Lo, the thin-trunked grove is transcended: / Carved in stone, a columned cathedral. / Smoke-scrolls wind about the frail friezes; / Flung above the doors is a curtain...»
«We live just as in a dream impenetrable / on one of the comfortable planets... / There are so many things we don't need, / and that which we want doesn't exist.»
«Moon shadows — shadows of sorrow — / Stumble about as a quiet herd, / Wearing black, like grief, earth's cover, / Tramping a ghostly hidden path. They lovingly and gently rocked many, / And sensitively gave reflections back. / Moon shadows, shadows of sorrow, / Endlessly repeating m...»
«Poeza Mignonette And it passed by the sea-shore, where the foam-laces flower, / Where the city barouches only rarely are seen... / There the queen played her Chopin in the high palace tower, / And there, listening to Chopin, the young page loved the queen. And what passed there was ...»