Wiping tears of hurt and childish sorrow,
Cotton dress you took—your best attire —
Always somepne straight from out a story,
To a world of fables you retired.
Ever since, by dreams I’ve been bedevilled
That you’d left your fable-land domain,
That I had been married to a bluebird
Who once set the ocean-blue aflame.
Вытерла заплаканное личико,
Ситцевое платьице взяла,
Вышла — и, как птичка-невеличка,
В басенку, как в башенку, пошла.
И теперь мне постоянно снится,
Будто ты из басенки ушла,
Будто я женат был на синице,
Что когда-то море подожгла.
«Love is for some a heavy cross, / But in you there is no contortion, / The key to life's enigma is / The charm that is your secret portion. In spring rustling is heard again, / And news and truths that ripple running. / Your race has sprung from such a strain; / Like air, your mind is f...»
«If I had known what would come later. / When first my stage career began. / The words will take to blood and slaughter. / Go for the throat and kill a man, To play with such a tangled living, / Point-blank refusal Pd have made, — / So far away was my beginning / My first concern was s...»
«In spring before the dawn we see / Heaps in the kitchen garden, / As pagans for fertility / Their festal altars burden. The fresh-cut clods flame in my plot; / In steams at early morning, / And all the earth becomes red-hot / Just like an oven burning. I cast aside this shirt of mine /...»
«This spring there is a change in everything. / More lively is the sparrows' riot. / I shall not even try to tell of it, / How bright my soul is and how quiet. My thoughts and writings are quite different, / And from the choir's loud octaves singing / The mighty voice of earth is audible /...»