Who answered me in the forest grove?
Did an old oak whisper to a pine,
Or a mountain ash creak far away,
Or the okarina of a goldfinch sing,
Or a robin, my little pet,
Call suddenly at sunset?
Who answered me in the forest grove?
Did you remember
One spring, our past,
Our cares and troubles,
Our wanderings apart,
You, who singed my heart?
Who answered me in the forest grove?
Morning and evening, in cold and heat,
I still hear the faint echo,
The sigh of an unbounded love,
And my trembling poems
Straining towards you from my palms.
Кто мне откликнулся в чаще лесной?
Старый ли дуб зашептался с сосной,
Или вдали заскрипела рябина,
Или запела щегла окарина,
Или малиновка, маленький друг,
Мне на закате ответила вдруг?
Кто мне откликнулся в чаще лесной?
Ты ли, которая снова весной
Вспомнила наши прошедшие годы,
Наши заботы и наши невзгоды,
Наши скитанья в далеком краю, —
Ты, опалившая душу мою?
Кто мне откликнулся в чаще лесной?
Утром и вечером, в холод и зной,
Вечно мне слышится отзвук невнятный,
Словно дыханье любви необъятной,
Ради которой мой трепетный стих
Рвался к тебе из ладоней моих...
«Above the grass little moth – / A flower, self-propelled flower.... / Just so I: into wind – death – / above me – a stem – / I fly by as a moth.»
«Your eyes' deep bluishness / odored into my soul like the wind : / My soul with you has endawned... / Thus with a suspended twitter / across into the blue she fluttered.»
«1 As there is no inventor, / Who by drafting a machine, / Had not imagined his creation / To ennoble humans, / There is no machine / That did not bring the world / The most misery / And the new kinds of enslavement! 2 While human hand had pushed the lever, / And waters / Spined ...»
«1 I am the voice that cries in the wilderness / Of the swarming crowds in the spasms of cities / In whirlpools of the streets and railway stations / The least inhabited of all the deserts on earth. 2 I was told: / — Go to the market places — / The time has come, / To...»