Woman's chest! The soul's frozen breath —
Woman's reason! Wave, that by surprise
Was caught — and always by surprise
Having caught up to you — seen by God's eyes!
Playpen of the despising and despised
Has quieted. — Woman's chest! — Yielding was
An armament! — I am thinking of those...
Of those girlfriends — those one-breasted ones!
Грудь женская! Души застывший вздох, —
Суть женская! Волна, всегда врасплох
Застигнутая — и всегда врасплох
Вас застигающая — видит Бог!
Презренных и презрительных утех
Игралище. — Грудь женская! — Доспех
Уступчивый! — Я думаю о тех...
Об одногрудых тех, — подругах тех!..
«White churches stand tall and there’s resonant, glistening ice, / And the cornflower-blue is abloom in my son’s precious gaze. / Nights strung with diamonds hang high on the ancient town’s heights, / More yellow than linden-flower honey the sickle-moon’s rays. Dry blizzards blow in fr...»
«(The Overseas Ostrich) Here I come, / in feathers of stanzas, meter and rhyme, / an overseas ostrich, in sum, / is what I’m. / Trying, do I, my poor noggin to hide, / to deep under jangling of plumage abide. I’m not yours, you snow-smothered monstrosity! / Deep, burrow deep / int...»
«The year will come, a year pitch black for Holy Rus, / When crown from head of Romanovs will fall; / The rabble once in thrall to tsars will let sheer havoc loose, / To feed on blood and bloody death will be the lot of all. That year will see the time when law is brought to naught, / When g...»
«A year will come — for Russia a black year — / When the crown so many tsars have worn, will fall; / The mob will lose the love it had for them, / And multitudes will feed on blood and death. / The law, thrown over, will no longer shield / The little children and the chaste young wives;...»