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…
«Along that road where brave Donskoi / once led his mighty host to war, / where the wind's mindful of the foe, / the moon's a crescent of yellow, / I walked as if in ocean deep... / The sweet briar so perfumed the air / as if 't were speech itself so rare; / and I was apt at last to mee...»
«Delightful, after all the wind and frost / to warm myself beside the fire; / but there I failed to guard my heart / and someone stole it in desire. The New Year celebrations linger, / the roses' stems are soft and moist; / but in my breast no longer sings / the whirring of dragonflies' ...»
«Did he send no swan for me, / did he send no boat, no dark raft? / He promised in the spring of 'sixteen / that he would come without delay. / I'd fly to him like a bird in the spring / of nineteen sixteen, he said. / Through darkness and death I'd come to his perch / and touch his sho...»
«I pray to the slender shaft of light / that pierces the window, pale and straight. / Since morning I have not spoken; / today my heart in two is broken. / The shiny brass on my wash-stand / has turned to verdigris of late. Yet the light that plays upon it / is a gladness to behold. / ...»