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.
«Decrepit, with no more teeth, / A scroll of years on her horns. / The rough herdsman has been beating her / On the fields she crossed. Her heart doesn’t fancy noise; / Mice are scratching in the corner. / She is thinking sad thoughts / About a white-legged calf. They never gave the m...»
«Now the golden leaves have started spinning / On the pinkish water of the pond, / Dainty flock of butterflies now thinning, / Heading for a star they will abscond. Love for evening’s now begun to smoulder, / Yellow valley’s hue to heart I’ve cleaved. / Nascent wind upon the birch’...»
«My love has changed. I know you feel / Upset about the situation: / The crescent's sweeper couldn't spill / The pools of lyrical creation. / / Upset, but taking in good part / The star that fell upon your brows, / You spilt you heart about the house / But there's no house in you...»
«Don’t berate me! It just so happens — / I'm no type to sell words off-rack. / Golden head of mine, growing heavy, / Has reclined altogether back. Neither town nor the country endear me: / That my love should have still been true! / I’ll quit everything. Grow a beard, / And move of...»