Goldfinch, friend, I'll cock my head —
let's check the world out, just me and you:
this winter's day pricks like chaff;
does it sting your eyes too?
Boat-tailed, feathers yellow-black,
sopped in colour beneath your beak,
do you get, you goldfinch you,
just how you flaunt it?
What's he thinking, little airhead? —
white and yellow, black and red!
Both eyes check both ways — both! —
will check no more — he's bolted!
Мой щегол, я голову закину —
Поглядим на мир вдвоем:
Зимний день, колючий, как мякина,
Так ли жестк в зрачке твоем?
Хвостик лодкой, перья черно-желты,
Ниже клюва в краску влит,
Сознаёшь ли — до чего щегол ты,
До чего ты щегловит?
Что за воздух у него в надлобье —
Чёрн и красен, жёлт и бел!
В обе стороны он в оба смотрит — в обе! —
Не посмотрит — улетел!
«I come and I’m relieved of restlessness. / The early morning chill is nice to savor. / Mysterious and dark, those settlements — / Storehouses for prayer and tough labor. Such confident and tranquil love will not / Give way to any other place in time, / There is inside of me a drop of ...»
«I dream of him less often with each night, / His visions do not haunt me anymore. / The fog descended on the road of white, / And shadows ran on water to the shore. And all day long, the loud chiming carried / Over the ploughed fields, extending wide, / And here, the bells from Jonah’s ...»
«We’ll be together, dear, together, / They all know, we’re kindred spirits, / And the cunning mockery, / Like a distant little bell, / Can’t offend us, / Can’t distress us. / Can’t recall where we were married, / But the church we chose was shining / With the frenzied radian...»
«We grew older by a whole century, and / It took no more than an hour: The fleeting / Summer was already nearing the end, / The ploughed up body of the plains was seething. Then, suddenly, the quiet road grew crazed, / Loud cries arose, and silver voices rattled… / I pleaded God, while c...»