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.
«Rock and rock me, starry boat! / My head is weary of breaking waves! For too long I’ve lost my moorings, — / My head is weary of thinking: Of hymns — of laurels — of heroes — of hydras, — / My head is weary of pretensions! Lay me out among grasses and pine-needles, — / My he...»
«How this matter came to an end / Neither love nor friendship can say. / With every passing day you reply less directly, / With every passing day you disappear more deeply. Until, you’re undisturbed by anything now, / — Only the tree riffles its branches — / As if you’ve fallen int...»
«Early yet — to no longer be! / Early yet — to no longer burn! / Tenderness! A brutal lash / Of Underworld encounters. However deep your inclination — / The sky — is a fathomless vat! / O, for such a love it’s / Early yet — to not feel wounded! Life is alive with jealousy! /...»
«I’ll be late to our fixed / Appointment. Having stopped spring / In time, into the bargain — I’ll be grey. / You’ve fixated too much on this! I’ll walk for years — and never falter / In my Ophelia’s taste for bitter rue! / I’ll walk through hills — and hayricks, / I’...»