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.
«The evening light has soaked with ancient gold / And gall the yellow hills. Like tawny fur / Grass rises shaggy in a ruddy blur; / Past fiery bushes metal waves unfold; / And enigmatic cliffs and boulders hold / Worn troughs that are the sea's chronologer. / In the winged twilight figure...»
«Here stood a sacred forest. Here the messenger / Wing-footed went, his touch upon the dumb glades leaving... / Upon the site of cities, nor stones, nor ruins heaving: / Now on burnt slopes but sheep in scattered patches stir. The mountain peaks: cut crowns! Across each bitten spur / T...»
«Above dark, rippled waters rises in retreat / Earth's heavy mass: the spines and rocky crests defying / The tortured steep in torrents of red rubble lying — / A lifeless land, its mourning reaches at my feet. Sad dreams and solemn dreams flow by me, bitter-sweet: / Earth ancient and obscu...»
«(From the Sonnet-cycle "Lunaria") Pure pearl of silence brooding on the sky, / Presider o'er conception, lamp of dreams, / Altar of nightly spells, of crystal gleams, / Queen of the waters where thou lov'st to lie, With what desire, where the long waves sigh, / Through my dark crucifixions...»