«Octets»
I.
I love the uprise of a texture,
To see after two, three or some
Air gasps, when there will be a gesture,
And deep straightening breath then will come.
5 And space, like a child, half awoken
Chalks arcs with the sail of the yacht, —
The shapes so untied and unbroken, —
And plays, never knowing its cot.
«Восьмистишия»
I.
Люблю появление ткани,
Когда после двух или трех,
А то четырех задыханий
Придет выпрямительный вздох —
И дугами парусных гонок
Открытые формы чертя,
Играет пространство спросонок —
Не знавшее люльки дитя.
«"There lived on earth a humble knight…"1 / / This little book a poet / Gave me in the corridors / Of Gosizdat.2 / The book is torn and tattered, / The poet long since dead. It was said that in his visage / There was something of a bird / And of Egypt-so they said. / He had a be...»
«If I walk the noisy streets, / Or enter a many thronged church, / Or sit among the wild young generation, / I give way to my thoughts. I say to myself: the years are fleeting, / And however many there seem to be, / We must all go under the eternal vault, / And someone's hour is already ...»
«The storm wind covers the sky / Whirling the fleecy snow drifts, / Now it howls like a wolf, / Now it is crying, like a lost child, / Now rustling the decayed thatch / On our tumbledown roof, / Now, like a delayed traveller, / Knocking on our window pane. Our wretched little cottage /...»
«If beasts within a silent forest moan, / if trumpets sound, if thunder rolls and cracks, / Or young girls sing almost inaudibly / For each initial tone / The atmosphere resounds quite suddenly / With a response, your own. You listen to the peal of distant thunder, / The rumbling voice o...»