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.
«In fields hopeless and dumb / Droops the pale-bladed grain; / It is dozing and numb / Amid dreams that are vain... / With a high sudden hum / The field tosses its mane: / "Unto us Christ is come!" / The wild news shakes the plain. / Like a wind-beaten drum / Shouts the quivering gr...»
«My insatiable memory is like / A melting asphalt roadway: / I remember all who have passed along it, / Every movement of their life... / The tracks of iron wheels, of teeth, / The rusty tracks of injury and anguish. / Nearby the sweet birdlike prints / Of a dead daughter's little shoes...»
«Where firs by snow all silvered stand, / Where palms grow in the golden south, / From home to home, from land to land, / His words pass on from mouth to mouth. On shores both near and far away, / By more than one new generation / In all five continents, today / His name is held in vener...»
«In peace lie hills and fields and dark-blue valleys, / And woods like lazy billows rise and fall; / Yet still before me, tortuous and silent, / A line, invisible, runs through them all. All the way from Ladoga* you'll trace it. / Right to the Gulf of Finland it does run; / You'll find it ...»