A gold cloud rested the whole night
Upon the breast of a huge rock;
And cheerfully at dawn it dashed
Into the blue not to come back
Wet traces in the crevices
Of ancient stone like tears remained;
And deep in thought alone it stands
And weeps into the distant void.
Ночевала тучка золотая
На груди утеса-великана,
Утром в путь она умчалась рано,
По лазури весело играя.
Но остался влажный след в морщине
Старого утеса. Одиноко
Он стоит, задумался глубоко,
И тихонько плачет он в пустыне.
«On Victory Day, when misty swirls are tender, / And when the sunrise blazes, crimson red, / The spring that’s tarried pleads for a defender / Through widow at his nameless final bed. / She’s in no hurry to get off her knees, / She blows upon a stem, the grass she touches, / And from ...»
«1 Your name a bird in my hand. / Your name ice on my tongue. / The lips make a single gesture — / Your name: / A ball caught in mid-air, / a silver bell in my mouth. A stone tossed into a pond / claps your name. / Horsehooves at night / dryly thud out your name. / The loud clic...»
«5 In my home in Moscow cupolas glow, / in my home in Moscow bells clang, / tombs stand in my home in rows, / queens sleep there, and kings. Didn’t you know that in the Kremlin at dawn / it’s easier to breathe than anywhere else? / Didn’t you know that in the Kremlin at dawn / I p...»
«8 And flies swarming round the indifferent mares, / and the familiar grass lifting in the wind, / and whistled tunes and the immense sky, / and waves of bells breaking over waves of wheat, / and endless boring tales about the Germans, / and the yellow, yellow cross beyond the blue grove, ...»