Rock and rock me, starry boat!
My head is weary of breaking waves!
For too long I’ve lost my moorings, —
My head is weary of thinking:
Of hymns — of laurels — of heroes — of hydras, —
My head is weary of pretensions!
Lay me out among grasses and pine-needles, —
My head is weary of wars...
Закачай меня, звёздный чёлн!
Голова устала от волн!
Слишком долго причалить тщусь, —
Голова устала от чувств:
Гимнов — лавров — героев — гидр, —
Голова устала от игр!
Положите меж трав и хвой, —
Голова устала от войн…
«1 In Sunday marvel disbelieving / We walked through cemetery stones / The land as you well know / Reminds me of these hills at dawn / Where Russia tears itself free / Over a black and deafening sea. 2 From monastery mount / Meadow runs long and still. / I don't want to head south / ...»
«This night has gone beyond redemption / And it is daylight where you dream. / Today the black sun has arisen / Over Jerusalem. Sun that is yellow is still scarier. / Goodnight, sleep tight, / Jews interred my mother's remnants / In the temple of the light And without a divine blessing ...»
«"To this the Senate serves as witness — / Such actions do not die" / Smoked a cigar and tucked his gown, / Chess players nearby. The dreams of honor he exchanged for plot / In god-forsaken deep Siberian wilds / And elegant cigar at poisoned lips, / The truth of bitter world having rev...»
«1 Still far away are asphodels, / Transparent-graying spring / But in the meanwhile, here, / Sand rustles, and wave rings. / But now my soul has entered / Persephone's light charms / In kingdom of the dead there are / No tanned and gorgeous arms. 2 Why do we trust the boat / With ...»