Not a broken rib —
A broken wing.
Not to the shooters shot —
Through chest. Not to take out
This bullet. Wing can't be repaired.
He walked impaired.
***
Sticky is crown of thorns on the head!
What is the noise of mob to one dead,
The swan's down of woman's flattery...
He walked, deaf and lonely,
Freezing over the sunsets
With emptiness of eyeless statues.
But one thing still lived in him:
The broken wing.
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Не проломанное ребро —
Переломленное крыло.
Не расстрельщиками навылет
Грудь простреленная. Не вынуть
Этой пули. Не чинят крыл.
Изуродованный ходил.
* * *
Цепок, цепок венец из терний!
Что усопшему — трепет черни,
Женской лести лебяжий пух...
Проходил, одинок и глух,
Замораживая закаты
Пустотою безглазых статуй.
Лишь одно ещё в нём жило:
Переломленное крыло.
«You thought I was that type: / That you could forget me, / And that I'd plead and weep / And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare, Or that I'd ask the sorcerers / For some magic potion made from roots and send you a terrible gift: / My precious perfumed handkerchief. Damn you! I w...»
«Under a dark veil she wrung her hands... / "What makes you grieve like this?" / I have made my lover drunk / With a bitter sadness. I’ll never forget it. He left, reeling, / His mouth twisted, desolate... / I ran downstairs, ran into the courtyard, / Managed to catch him opening the g...»
«I — am your voice, the warmth of your breath, / I — am the reflection of your face, / The futile trembling of futile wings, / I am with you to the end, in any case. That’s why you so fervently love / Me in my weakness and in my sin; / That’s why you impulsively gave / Me the bes...»
«And only one time with a foam / Wave is rising and falling down. / And heart can't live with parting tone, / There's no a betrayal — only love. We can be angry or be playing, / Or lying - but the heart is silent. / We never could produce betrayal: / The soul is one — and love is on...»