«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.
«Through the rising tea’s steam I see Fujiyama — / The golden mount in the yellow skies, / How could be nature by a saucer summoned! / But the gentle ripples brought here a new upraise. / Look: the gossamers of the silver clouds / Are pierced by a sun the size of an ant’s eyes, / T...»
«I see: at the window sited, / Mother declines to her child, / And trying to catch his feet idly, / He rose them, putting aside. / His day is the long one and golden, / His nights — like without an end... / And a year — like a wonderful model, / Of the future long years’ train. ...»
«As soon as morn came, they were there, face to face, / As soon as morn came, cattle did not yet graze. Two carriages came — they had four men to drive, / Two carriages left — taking free men alive. And only these free heard a falling man’s yell, / And only they saw as the crying man f...»
«Has putting nets into dull waters, / To mantic hum of dark lime-trees, / A silent, thoughtful maiden watches / Scales of the fairy fish in streams. They, with an animal’s emotion, / Bend to a ringlet their tails, / Or strew the blue-green of an ocean — / So simple, transparent, ...»