«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.
«Just below my window / Stands a birch-tree white, / Under snow in winter / Gleaming silver bright. On the fluffy branches / Sparkling in a row / Dangle pretty tassels / Of the purest snow There the birch in silence / Slumbers all day long / And the snow gleams brightly / In the g...»
«I've quit my father's home / And left blue Russ. With three / Bright stars the birch-tree grove / Consoles my mother's grief. / / The moon has, like a frog, / Upon the pond appeared. / Like apple blossom, locks / Of grey fleck father's beard. / / I shall not soon come back! / ...»
«I’ve translated the final Shakespeare sonnet. / So let the poet leaving now his dear / Old home start speaking in another year. / Another tongue, in this part of the planet. We know him as a fellow warrior here: / Defender of truth, peace and freedom. On its / Own feet, in Russian, that...»
«Peace-loving Stassen who appears so pious / Is most inflammable and could well fry us. / He wears an olive branch in his lapel. / But sits on bombs like some hen doing well / In her present condition. Still he can / Consider any disarmament plan.»