Storms circle round the village,
And through anguished rain,
Flashes of lightning shatter
The sky once again.
It pours as from a flask,
And above assembled birches
A feast of electricity and rain
In fury and chaos merges.
But we walk along the road
Among the bushes and the grass,
With tridents, like Greek gods,
Held skyward in our grasp.
Вокруг села бродили грозы,
И часто, полные тоски,
Удары молнии сквозь слезы
Ломали небо на куски.
Хлестало, словно из баклаги,
И над собранием берез
Пир электричества и влаги
Сливался в яростный хаос.
А мы шагали по дороге
Среди кустарников и трав,
Как древнегреческие боги,
Трезубцы в облако подняв.
«Among the worlds, in glimmering of stars, / The single Star is ever my attraction ... / Not ’cause I’d so loved Her so far, / But ’cause I live with others with aversion. And if my doubts were an awful plight, / I just from Her wait for the final answers, / Not ’cause She sends ...»
«Amid the worlds, ’mid luminaries’ gleam, / One Star I know whose name I keep repeating. / It’s not that of my love for Her I dream: / It’s that with others all is mirthless cheating. And when oppressive doubt I have to fight, / Her answer only have I sought and heeded. / It’s no...»
«Among cold worlds, immersed in starry glow, / One single star’s name I repeat- why bother / It’s not because she has my only love / Because it’s simply far too dark with others. And if it’s getting heavy with the doubt / Hers is the only precious answer heeded / It’s not because...»
«Behold the man, whose race was first begun / So long ago, when light first lit creation; / One cannot count the centuries he’s run: / Run high, run far, toward some consecration, Some blessed goal. What triumph might it be / That beckons him to run, to conquer distance? / Behold the ma...»