Inept and aimless is my time:
I ask a beggar for a dime
I proffer cash to rich and famous,
Into the needle ray I weave,
Unto a robber key I give,
With whiting I am blushing paleness.
The bum puts nothing in my palms,
The rich man does not take my alms,
The needle won't let through the ray,
The robber enters without key,
Dumb woman weeps in streams of three
Over a fameless, empty day.
Мой день беспутен и нелеп:
У нищего прошу на хлеб,
Богатому даю на бедность,
В иголку продеваю — луч,
Грабителю вручаю — ключ,
Белилами румяню бледность.
Мне нищий хлеба не даёт,
Богатый денег не берёт,
Луч не вдевается в иголку,
Грабитель входит без ключа,
А дура плачет в три ручья —
Над днём без славы и без толку.
«Just like a young plant sprout / The neck is high and free. / Who'll tell the name, who — years, / Who — place, who — century? The curve of not bright lips / Is capricious and wan, / But blinding is the terraced / Forehead of Beethoven. Clean to endearment / Is the molten ova...»
«You pass me by as you stroll, / I don't touch your hand at all. / But my angst is eternal yet, / That you be the first I met. Heart said "Darling!" out of control, / I forgave you it all, / Knowing nothing — not even the name! / Love me, love me, I exclaim. From the curve of your lip...»
«Under sun the eyes are burning, / Day's not equal day. / I tell you for that occasion / If I would betray: Whose lips I had not been kissing / In the hour of love, / To whom I upon black midnight / Did not dreadfully vow — To live, like a flower blooms, like / Mother tells a child...»
«I'll repeat in hour of parting / When love comes to end / That I loved, yes that I loved truly / Your masterful hands And the eyes — somebody isn't / Gifted with a glance! — / Those that answer are demanding / For a look every chance. You with your thrice-cursed passion — / Go...»