My poems! Witnesses of unavailing
Tears for the sad earth shed!
Born in the moment when the soul is failing,
And by the storm-winds bred;
Against men's hearts you beat with wistful wailing
Like waves on cliffs as dead.
Стихи мои! Свидетели живые
За мир пролитых слез!
Родитесь вы в минуты роковые
Душевных гроз
И бьетесь о сердца людские,
Как волны об утес.
«From the strange verse where’s secret every word, / Where on the right and left a gulf’s the same, / Where under feet, like dry leaf, lays a fame — / There’s no for me salvation in the world.»
«I shall return today right there, / Where I had been at spring. / I’m neither sorry, nor unfair — / I only darkness bring. / It’s very deep, it’s like velvet, / It’s dearest to us / Like a dry leaf from a tree fled, / Like a wind’s whistle, that’s lone spread / Over the...»
«They scrape — the hanging lanterns’ balls, / Which had been lighted so early. / The snow flakes, in their by-falls, / Shine brighter and more festive-fairly. And, speeding forth their even race, / As if well-feeling their chase own, / The horses run through falling flakes / Under th...»
«He, who was called by men in days of yore, / A king — in mock, in truthfulness — a god, / Who was once killed — whose tools of suffer sore / By my hot breast is permanently wormed… They tested Death — the witnesses of Jesus, / Severe solders, and she-gossips old, / The Rome p...»