There's no need to use the gift of speech,
There is hardly anything to teach,
And the features of the animal soul
Are sublimely sad and beautiful.
Having no command of human speech,
Nor anything teachable to teach,
It swims in the hoary ocean’s gulf,
Laughing like a happy dolphin calf.
Ни о чем не нужно говорить,
Ничему не следует учить,
И печальна так и хороша
Темная звериная душа:
Ничему не хочет научить,
Не умеет вовсе говорить
И плывет дельфином молодым
По седым пучинам мировым.
«Enough of deeds, enough of words, let / Us remain silent, without a smile. / It Is snowing from low clouds, and the / Sky’s light is dismal and wavering. The black willow bushes are tossing / In a struggle incomprehensible / To them; until tomorrow, I tell / You - today you and I are ...»
«Out of the fog two eyes burned / The mute blackness of the snow. / And the smoke remained in the / Air as a fountain’s hot gold. I know that a fiery dragon all / Coverуd in downy snow will now / On its riotous course break the / Sleep of the spellbound distance. And with it weary sl...»
«How cleanly the skies are extinguished. / With what delicate caprice / The distant forests recede to those / Heights we knew as azure... In your eyes there is no reproach: / Like a memory you meet the / Burning - out of sunset clouds / And the bluish-pink reflection. But I do not conqu...»
«On the blue paper, crudely, / Crudely blue, but in the / Most delicate net, the / Twigs were thrown apart, / Twig-cobwebs. And on the / Twigs was hoar frost, / Semi-precious hoar frost / Just like grains of / Sugar... On the blue / Paper the twigs were / Thrown apart, the tears /...»