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!..
«The capitals are rocked with thunder / Of orators in wordy feuds. / But in the depths of Russia, yonder, / An age-old awful silence broods. / Only the wind in wayside willows, / Coming and going, does not cease; / And corn-stalks touch in curving billows / The earth that cherishes and ...»
«In the valley the birches are bored. / On the meadows, fog billows and weighs. / Sodden, with horse-dung floored, / The highroad blackens in haze. Rich on the steppe's sleepy air, / The odor of freshly-baked bread. / Bent to their packs, slowly fare / Two beggars to look for a bed. Rou...»
«I'm a plain girl, whose hands are stained with earth. / He is a fisherman he's gay and keen. / The far white sail is drowning in the firth. / Many the seas and rivers he has seen. The women of the Bosphorus, they say, / Are good-looking . . . and I—I'm lean and black. / The white sail d...»
«Black goats I herded with my sister; they / Grazed by red rocks; the grass rose stiff and stinging. / Warming their backs, stones to the foot-hills clinging / Slept dumbly on. And sheer blue shone the bay. / By the gnarled silver of an olive flinging / My drowsy limbs, in its dry shade I l...»