«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.
«O, how often did I curse / Both the earth and the sky, / And the heavily waving arms / Of the moss-covered mill! / In the annex, straight and gray, / The deceased lies on the bench, / As it was three years ago. / The mice still nibble at books / The flame of the stearin candle / St...»
«Neither boat nor cart can go / To take you to this place, / Where on the rotten snow / Deep water stands for days. The estate is under siege, / Approached from all the sides… / And like Crusoe on the beach, / Near me, someone pines. He goes to see the sleighs, / The horses, and the...»
«I see, I see the crescent’s bow / Behind thick groves, shine out, / I hear, I hear the knocks below / Of shoeless hooves resound. Don’t welcome sleep, — what, even you? / You can’t forget me yet, / And haven’t grown accustomed to / Your cold and empty bed? At night, do I not ...»
«We paced the house, stricken, / Not waiting for surprises. / They brought me to the sick one, / I couldn’t recognize him. He said then: “Praise the Lord,” — / And pensive again, withdrew: / “It’s time to take that road, / I’ve waited just for you.” You haunt me still so...»