In multitude of choir polyhymnal
All tender churches sing in their own voice
And the stone vaults of the Dormition cathedral
Like eyebrows in still higher arch rejoice.
And from the rampart fortified by the archangels
I watched the city from a wondrous height
In the Acropolis sadness has deranged me
For Russian name and Russian beauty's sight.
That of the garden we dream it is no wonder,
Where doves do soar upon the hot blue beams
The nun sings Orthodox hymns, Dormition's wonder,
Florence in Moscow so tender seems
And the five-domed Moscow cathedrals
With soul Italian and Russian both
Remind me of Aurora's reappearance
With Russian surname and draped in fur clothes.
В разноголосице девического хора
Все церкви нежные поют на голос свой,
И в дугах каменных Успенского собора
Мне брови чудятся, высокие, дугой.
И с укрепленного архангелами вала
Я город озирал на чудной высоте.
В стенах Акрополя печаль меня снедала
По русском имени и русской красоте.
Не диво ль дивное, что вертоград нам снится,
Где голуби в горячей синеве,
Что православные крюки поет черница:
Успенье нежное -- Флоренция в Москве.
И пятиглавые московские соборы
С их итальянскою и русскою душой
Напоминают мне явление Авроры,
Но с русским именем и в шубке меховой.
«Aquarelle An apple-tree in Spring shakes me, — to see it grow, / Its branches whitely weighted with unmelting snow. / So might a hunch-backed girl stand, beautiful and dumb, / As trembling, the tree stands, and strikes my genius numb... / It looks into the wide, pale shallows, mirror-clea...»
«In my comfortable carriage, buoyed by its ellipsychic bearings, / I love to visit at golden midday the lady's club for tea time, / Where women so deliciously gossip about social trash and quarrels, / Where the foolish rightfully are unfoolish, the wise always stupid. Oh all you fashionable su...»
«Breathe in the sunlight, live with the sunlight — / And with the sun you will glisten too! / The earth will be warm in the living sunlight / Of hearts that knew of the light and good. Breathe in the heaven, live with the heaven — / And with the heaven will shine your eye. / With love ...»
«Envy not your friend if hes more handsome, / More intelligent or wealthier than you. / Let his merits and let his successes / Not tear up the laces on your shoe. Move along your way without a care, / Smile still broader out of his success! / Maybe hell face darkness and despair / And yo...»