I am defiantly wearing his ring
— Yes, in Eternity — as wife, not on paper. —
His overly narrow face —
Like a sword.
His mute mouth, angles down,
Painfully gorgeous eyebrows.
In his face tragically merged
Two ancient blood lines.
He is thin like first fragile branches.
His eyes — beautifully-useless! —
Under the wings of his open brows —
Two abysses.
In him I am faithful to the knighthood.
— To all of you, who have lived and died without fear. —
Thus — in these fateful times —
Compose verses - and go on the block
Я с вызовом ношу его кольцо
— Да, в Вечности — жена, не на бумаге. —
Его чрезмерно узкое лицо
Подобно шпаге.
Безмолвен рот его, углами вниз,
Мучительно-великолепны брови.
В его лице трагически слились
Две древних крови.
Он тонок первой тонкостью ветвей.
Его глаза — прекрасно-бесполезны! —
Под крыльями распахнутых бровей —
Две бездны.
В его лице я рыцарству верна.
— Всем вам, кто жил и умирал без страху. —
Такие — в роковые времена —
Слагают стансы — и идут на плаху.
«I'm fond of the old speech. / There's a charm in the ancient words. / Compared to the nowaday's one, it / could be much more sharp and modern. And to exclaim:"The half of empire for horse!" — / What's the irascibility and generosity! / But the futility of my last force / Will bless me...»
«Suspecting not yours, but a prompted reply, / A silent forbiddance I’ve read in your eye, / But still! O how more understandably speaks / This genuine and elegant blush of the cheeks. This call of the flowers that sweetly pervades, / This languid approach of the vespertine shades, / Thi...»
«Sensing that loved ones have told you, “Say no,” / I read in your eyes what your answer bespeaks, / But even more lucid are signals that show / On the telltale opulent blush of your cheeks, In the plaint of the flowers that languish and wilt, / In the solace of shade that has rushed in ...»
«Yes, right you are! Alone for outlines airy / I am so fine. / All velvet mine with all its twinkle merry— / Two wings of mine. O, never ask me, wherefrom I appear / Or whither flit! / Upon a flow’r I have alighted here / To breathe and sit. How long, without an effort, aim or worry...»