«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.
«Both this street and this little house / Have been long so familiar to me. / Up the window the blue straws of wires / Are weighed down as they once used to be. / / There've been years of austere contingency / Years of vehement endeavours, too. / I remember my village, my infancy / ...»
«I have left my endeared home, / Getting out of my Russia of blue. / Little grove by the pond will warm / My old mother's sorrow anew. / / Like a golden croaker the moon / Lies prostrate on the water tranquil. / Grizzly hair, like apple-tree bloom, / In my father's beard will spill...»
«Don't you force a smile, girl, tensely, like you do, / The one I"m in love with isn't really you. / / I suppose you know it, and you know it well, / I"m not here to see you but another girl. / / I was passing by, and, well, I didn't care, — / I saw you and wanted just to stop and...»
«Trinity devotions. Morning cannon rite, / Birch-trees in the grove are filled with ringing light. / / Villagers are coming after festive sleep, / In the chimes of wind the heady spring will steep. / / There are bands and branches on the window panes. / I will cry with flowers over g...»