Without self-control
With complete meekness.
Light and soft is
Air over abyss.
Growing at once,
Like lightning — in time,
As if by order
There will be a blossom.
Answering stars,
With a snake hair...
Himself defenseless —
Not a flame-bearer!
He to me? I to him?
I'll try, I know.
Without intent
Into death I will go.
Без самовластия,
С полною кротостью.
Лёгкий и ласковый
Воздух над пропастью.
Выросший сразу,
— Молнией — в срок —
Как по приказу
Будет цветок.
Змееволосый,
Звёздоочитый…
Не смертоносный, —
Сам без защиты!
Он ли мне? Я — ему?
Знаю: польщусь,
Знаю: нечаянно
В смерть оступлюсь...
«Neither boat nor cart can go / To take you to this place, / Where on the rotten snow / Deep water stands for days. The estate is under siege, / Approached from all the sides… / And like Crusoe on the beach, / Near me, someone pines. He goes to see the sleighs, / The horses, and the...»
«I see, I see the crescent’s bow / Behind thick groves, shine out, / I hear, I hear the knocks below / Of shoeless hooves resound. Don’t welcome sleep, — what, even you? / You can’t forget me yet, / And haven’t grown accustomed to / Your cold and empty bed? At night, do I not ...»
«We paced the house, stricken, / Not waiting for surprises. / They brought me to the sick one, / I couldn’t recognize him. He said then: “Praise the Lord,” — / And pensive again, withdrew: / “It’s time to take that road, / I’ve waited just for you.” You haunt me still so...»
«I came up to the forest of pines, / My path was long, the sun beat down. / Pulling the doorway curtains aside, / He, gray-haired and humble, came out. The seer gazed at me and zealously, / He uttered: “Bride of Christ! / For the prosperous, feel no jealousy, / For your place is up in ...»