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.
«There is no day's temptation / In a folio in which people die. / To woman — all of the planet, / To woman — Ars Amandi. Heart — of a lovers' potion / Heart — is more loyal than all. / Somebody's mortal sin is / Woman from the cradle. Ah, so far to the heaven! / Lips — ...»
«1 Clouds — all around, / Cupolas — around, / Over all Moscow / Many arms are wound! — / I am lifting you, my best burden you / Oh my little tree / Flying weightlessly! In this wonder-town, / In this peaceful town, / Where if I were dead / I'd be happy one, / To be king f...»
«2 From my hands — not a hand-created town, / My gorgeous brother, my strange one. Upon the church — Forty times forty, side by side, / And pigeons that above them glide. And Spassky — with flowers — gate, / Where Orthodox Believer doffs his hat. The starry belltower — haven f...»
«3 Past the towers at night / We are rushed by squares. / Oh, how roar of soldiers / In the night instills fear! Rumble, loud heart! / Kiss with passion, love! / This roar is so bestial! / Daring — oh — is blood! My mouth is aflame, / Given that sight's divine. / Like a golden...»