The dull air is moist and resounding;
In the forest it is good and no danger.
Once again I will bear obediently
My light cross of solitary walks.
And once again a reproach to my heartless fatherland
Will fly up like a wild duck,
It is a gloomy life I take part in
Where every single one is alone!
A shot has rung out. Now over the drowsy lake
The ducks' wings are heavy.
And the pine trunks are stupefied
By their double, reflected existence.
The sky, dull with a strange shine...
A worldwide, misty pain...
Oh, let me also be misty in this way,
And let me not to love you.
Воздух пасмурный влажен и гулок;
Хорошо и не страшно в лесу.
Легкий крест одиноких прогулок
Я покорно опять понесу.
И опять к равнодушной отчизне
Дикой уткой взовьется упрек, —
Я участвую в сумрачной жизни,
Где один к одному одинок!
Выстрел грянул. Над озером сонным
Крылья уток теперь тяжелы.
И двойным бытием отраженным
Одурманены сосен стволы.
Небо тусклое с отсветом странным —
Мировая туманная боль —
О, позволь мне быть также туманным
И тебя не любить мне позволь.
« More than a woman / at the hour of a meeting! / Laurel-hewn, / red rags, / slashed blood — / snow. Here they are, close steel cohort, / pinned to the Kremlin wall, / sleeping / in a row. Laurel — instead of stone / and the Kremlin — rail. / You don’t need / God’s ...»
«The poems grow like heaven’s stars and roses, / Like beauty too — unneeded in my clan. / And for the garlands and apotheosis / There’s one response — how can this be my plan? We sleep — and through the slabs of stone then flutter / The fragrant and four-petalled heav’nly guest...»
«At him on windows tap the roses, / And wraps the smarmy chord its shroud... / He will not change his haughty poses, / A Byronist — oh, how he’s proud! In velvet shimmer of the garden / With shepherdess does cupid play. / The adolescent’s features harden, / A Byronist — he can...»
«Rummage with your torches / All the moonlit night! / Charted are land’s porches — / But it’s lost from sight. Lapped up from the saucer — / Gleams the bottom glazed. / Can you go back ever / To the house they’ve razed? Second birth’s requirement, / Land renewed must lead....»