Franz Josef Land
In a freezing sea
Is where I’ll forget
You abandoned me.
Rot! I’m aware
On those Polar nights
You’ll shimmer there
In the Northern Lights
And the Polar dawns
Will ripple as those
Long fingers of yours
Spread over the floes.
Thrifty with light is
The Polar Sun.
It’s time you showed it
What can be done.
I need no company —
I want to go shares
In black solitude
With white Polar bears.
Есть земля на севере
Францева Иосифа —
Там навек забуду я,
Что меня ты бросила.
Полно разговаривать,
Знаю я заранее —
Будешь ты участвовать
В северном сиянии.
Знаю я заранее,
Что зарю над льдинами
Будешь пошевеливать
Пальчиками длинными.
Солнышко на севере
Малым светом тратится,
Ждут давно на полюсе
Твоего вмешательства.
Мне людей не надобно,
Мне делиться хочется
С белыми медведями
Черным одиночеством.
«In her shameless and pathetic baseness, / Like dust, she is gray, like mortal remains. / And I am dying of this fatal closeness, / Because she cannot be dissolved from me. She is rough and she is thorny; / She is cold — she is a snake. / I am wounded all over by her sickly-burning, / ...»
«There, where red water from the sunrise / Seems spilled across the cabbage rows, / A maple sapling stretches to nurse / From its mother tree’s green udders.»
«It’s evening. Dew / Sparkles the nettles. / I stand in the roadway / Resting among willows. Moon’s light is strong / Striking our roofs. / I listen to the song, / Nightingales far off. It’s warm and nice / Like winter by a stove. / Like tall candles / Birches stand above. ...»
«For A. M Remizov Riveted in place on her shattered paw / She had curled near to her den. / A thin trickle of blood in the snow / Framed her face’s pain. The shot and bristly smoke remained / In her eyes from its burst from the fen. / From the scrubby bushes like wind / Pellets had sc...»