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.
«A whisper, a gentle sigh, / Trills of the nightingale; / The silver flash of the brook / Asleep in the sleepy vale. The shadow and shine of night / Shadows in endless race; / The sweep of a magical change / Over a sweet young face. The blush of a rose in the mist, / An amber glea...»
«Wondrous the picture, — / How homelike to me! / Distant plain whitening, / Full moon on the lea; Light — in the heavens high, / And snow flashing bright; / Sledge in the distance / In its lonely flight.»
«At times there comes a strange smell wafting; / From whence its source I cannot say. / But I relive what’s been dark often, / A kind of smoldering foggy day. Like then, once more I climb up sadly / The run-down porch at evening / And once again unlatch the creaking / Bolt turning on t...»
«So early that it hadn’t dawned, / The ringing windowpanes awoke me. / A moistened pretzel made of stone, — / Beneath me, Venice floated calmly. Now, all was calm, but all the while, / While still asleep, I heard a cry / And like a mark that had been silenced, / It still disturbed th...»