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!..
«So they begin. With two years gone / From nurse to countless tunes they scuttle. / They chirp and whistle. Then comes on / The third year, and they start to prattle. So they begin to see and know. / In din of started turbines roaring / Mother seems not their mother now. / And you not yo...»
«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 /...»