Others — with eyes or with face full of light,
And I converse with wind in the night.
Not with that Italian
Zephyr oh-so-young —
Russian, blow-through,
A good one, a wide one!
Others with all flesh are lost in the flesh,
From dried out lips swallow the breath...
And I - arms wide open — like tetanus — stall
So that the Russian wind blow out my soul!
Others — o tangles tender and strong!
No, Aeolus is doing us wrong.
Perhaps you won't melt! It's just one family
As if I am not a woman truly.
Другие — с очами и с личиком светлым,
А я-то ночами беседую с ветром.
Не с тем — италийским
Зефиром младым, —
С хорошим, с широким,
Российским, сквозным!
Другие всей плотью по плоти плутают,
Из уст пересохших — дыханье глотают…
А я — руки настежь! — застыла — столбняк!
Чтоб выдул мне душу — российский сквозняк!
Другие — о, нежные, цепкие путы!
Нет, с нами Эол обращается круто.
— Небось, не растаешь! Одна — мол — семья! —
Как будто и вправду — не женщина я!
«Yes, I know, we're not a pair, / In some other land I was born, / What I like is not the guitar / But the wild blows of a horn. Not to gowns and tails I deliver / My best poems in luxurious halls, / I would rather read them to a river, / To the clouds and waterfalls. And I love, like i...»
«Be blessed the finest wine that 's loving us, / And the good bread that goes for us to a roaster, / And the hot woman that will first harass / But finally allow us to test her. Yet, what we'll do with Phoebus' chariot / That conveys Sun, harnessed with its six horses, / With dawn cool and...»
«No word, keep secret and withhold / Your feelings and your dreams untold — / But in your deepest soul of all / Permit their rising and their fall / Like stars that shine at night, unheard; / Just contemplate them — and no word. / How can the soul itself impart? / How can anot...»
«Seal thou thy lips, to none impart / The secret dreams that fill thy heart. / Within it let them blaze and die / As do the silent stars on high / When o'er the earth night's shadows stray — / Delight in them — and silent stay. / Thy sentiments to none confide; / From those ab...»