Humid! No freedom and no luck,
The night interminably goes on.
If only the thunder would clap.
Our cup to the rim is filled up!
Thunder, above the sea's clotting,
In the field and in forest sound,
And the cup of universal sorrow
Please split, scatter, and splash!
Душно! без счастья и воли
Ночь бесконечно длинна.
Буря бы грянула, что ли?
Чаша с краями полна!
Грянь над пучиною моря,
В поле, в лесу засвищи,
Чашу вселенского горя
Всю расплещи!..
«To the memory of Marina Tsvetaeva As twenty-two years ago / No matter what the name, think death, no matter / What petal, 'tis in flames and under soles. / And yet to me, amid this groan and clatter, / Another loss outvoices all the tolls. / Why wasn't I – an arrow – meant to perish...»
«A lone white sail steadfastly glistens / Through azure mists afar at sea. / What does it seek in far-off distance? / What has it lost in native realm? The waves break fast, the wind is clipping, / The mast is creaking as it sways. / Alas, it seeks no blissful being, / Nor does it run fr...»
«I’m sad, because I love you way too much to bear, / And I’m aware: the baleful rumor mill won’t spare / Your blooming youth. And soon your destiny will reckon / Your recompense for all blithe days for all sweet seconds. / With bitter tears and rueful sorrow you’ll repay. / I am sa...»
«What am I for, me, just a grain? / I'm living toiling hard with care, / For happiness I spend my life in vain, / I'm never pleased, weep on in my despair! What do I seek? Do I want more? / Where is my place? What am I for? There is a kin who die to seize / All proper answers in a blink. ...»