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.
«To me the meaning of Venetian life is clear / Bleary though it be and fruitless; / Here she stares with smile instilling fear / Through the dirty bluish window glass. Thinning air, blue veins through skin of arm, / A green brocade and the whitening snow / From the coat they take a corpse,...»
«It is a pity that the winter falls / Mosquitoes fly no more / But you, my dear, allowed me to recall / Light-headed straw. Dragonflies weave paths across the blue / And like a swallow, circles mode — / Is that there a basket over you / Or pompous ode? I wish not to advise, comment, d...»
«Here is the discus, like a golden sun — / A blessed moment - in the air it stands — / The world is held in time like apple in one's hands — / Here will be heard only the Grecian tongue. A solemn zenith of the service to God's will, / Light of round cupolas glows in July, / That with...»
«When Psyche that is life descends / After Persephone into transparent woods below / With a green branch and Stygian tenderness / Beneath her feet falls a blind swallow. Ghosts crowd about the fugitive and hurry / To meet the new arrival with a prayer / They twist their withered weakened a...»