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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?
«A wise and simple life I learned to live, / I pray to God in quiet meditation, / I take long wanderings before the eve / To weary the unneeded angst and tension. With burdock rustling; and the rowan red / And yellow berries gradually fading, / I form the joyous verses in my head / That ...»
«1 It was sultry from blazing light / And his every glance — like a flame. / I only started: that is right. / Me — only this one can tame. / He bent, — in a casual, low tone... / The blood sharply left my hot face. / Let love stop — like a tombstone — / My life's even, m...»
«For the resounding glory of ages to come / For the tall race of men / I have given up both the cup at my fathers' feast / My mirth and my honour. The wolf-hound age throws itself at my shoulders / But I am no wolf by my blood, / Rather stuff me like a hat into the sleeve / Of the warm o...»
«Longing, desires still ravage / my soul which strives to reach you. / In recollection's twilight / I try to catch your image. / I can't forget your face. / It is a lovely constellation, / timeless, in every place, / unreachable, not knowing fluctuation.»