Busy day turns into evening,
Glowing coal is lit.
City streets gusted with stifling,
Rowdy bodily heat.
Smooth as a song, off the ground,
Far away, out of sight
Counterforts pencil out
Into the lightways of night.
Into blue arches' embraces,
Into star diamond dust
Gray nets of hastening laces
Have been connected and cast.
Effortlessly in a whisper
Stone pile liftoff occurs...
Wings of the churches, you're sisters
Of springy wings of the birds!
Вечер за днём беспокойным.
Город, как уголь, зардел,
Веет прерывистым, знойным,
Рдяным дыханием тел.
Плавны, как пение хора,
Прочь от земли и огней
Высятся дуги собора
К светлым пространствам ночей.
В тверди сияюще-синей,
В звёздной алмазной пыли,
Нити стремительных линий
Серые сети сплели.
В горний простор без усилья
Взвились громады камней…
Птичьи упругие крылья —
Крылья у старых церквей!
«So Hagar sits in obloquy / And gushing piteously / The spring pours out a threnody: / Be-er la-chai ro-yi. Those lands belong to Abraham, / But this expanse – to none: / In front of her, the wilderness / To Shur itself does run. Despair, despair instinctual! / In her Egyptian eyes,...»
«Not for safe-keeping for awhile, – / For the altar, not donation, – / For the fire, the fire, its oblation / Rapt Israel brought in times gone by! And pleasing to Jehovah’s nostrils / Was smoke from sacrificial fires, / Because a consecrated offering / In truth, can not be taken b...»
«Don’t seduce me into captivity, / Don’t entice me with hearth and home, / Don’t immure me living and breathing / Inside four walls. There’s no chamber for which a poet / Would exchange her homelessness, – / That’s why the cuckoo cuckoos / That she hasn’t got a nest.»
«Voice Enormous city. Wind. Evening. / Lights flicker in the dark, / And you, madman, are off in search of / A soul mate in each passerby. / Calm down, stop acting crazy, poet, / Resign yourself to orphan-hood / And do not pester with your cries / The people there who pass you by. Poe...»