Helix stairs. Put away the fear.
Light of mind... the boundless unlocks.
Shadows of saints are shining here,
Flap of feathers, screeches of white flocks.
Far below, in temples, the undying
Litany; the earthly sighs' repeat.
I am treading an arête of diamond,
Spires of cathedrals sting my feet.
Under, grapes of luminaries blazing,
Dust of globes and stars' unreeling gloss.
You are the eternal spirit's brazen
Nails of execution on the cross.
Rip apart, the curtain of the temple,
Firmament of azure, free my breath!
Here are the chains for you to trample —
Wave the torch of life, fiery Death!
Вьются ввысь прозрачные ступени,
Дух горит… и дали без границ.
Здесь святых сияющие тени,
Шелест крыл и крики белых птиц.
А внизу, глубоко — в древнем храме
Вздох земли подъемлет лития.
Я иду алмазными путями,
Жгут ступни соборов острия.
Под ногой сияющие грозди —
Пыль миров и пламя белых звезд.
Вы, миры, — вы огненные гвозди,
Вечный дух распявшие на крест.
Разорвись, завеса в тёмном храме,
Разомкнись, лазоревая твердь!
Вот она, как ангел, над мирами,
Факел жизни — огненная Смерть!
«My fields, my wave-like, foaming fields! / With autumn spinach, brown as if of bricks, / And lettuce, clover, heather and daisy. / How much the eyes can hear and ears can see! I walk along the side of the river. / The wildflowers shine like sapphire / Leaning beneath the wheats golden fra...»
«Youre in no way like other women at all: / You have laughter controlled and expressive, / You wear dresses measured and fashionably long / And you slip out from my embraces. You do not cut your hair to look upscale, / Deepen brows or wear make up, / You have Smirnoff, but also a nightinga...»
«My dear Felissochka! My most exquisite! / I give you "Minstrel" and all my dreams. / You are beloved by all thats delicate, / My sweet Felissa — My violin! May to the crude one you be an egotist — / I care not: You are most loved by me! / My most talented! My sweet Felissochka! / My...»
«In violet and purple bloomed the lilac, / The lilac bloomed in pink and white and pale. / We headed toward it on a tortuous trail / Across an ancient fur and furrowed park. Sea to the left; river ahead, and hills — / Behind; the blooming lilacs on the mounts / Weave from the gentle smel...»