Up out of an evil clinging pool
I grew, whispering like a reed,
Breathing the forbidden life
Passionately, languidly and tenderly.
And I bend over back into the cold refuge of the swamp,
Marked by no-one,
Met by the welcoming rustle
Of the brief autumnal moments.
I'm happy with this cruel affront
And in this dream-like life
I envy every other secretly
And am secretly in love with each.
Из омута злого и вязкого
Я вырос, тростинкой шурша, —
И страстно, и томно, и ласково
Запретною жизнью дыша.
И никну, никем не замеченный,
В холодный и топкий приют,
Приветственным шелестом встреченный
Коротких осенних минут.
Я счастлив жестокой обидою,
И в жизни, похожей на сон,
Я каждому тайно завидую
И в каждого тайно влюблён.
«I died. Aeolus tugged and blown / At trees and shutters with his heat. / I walked on down the dusty street / Fauns walked beside me. In each faun, / I made out Pan. I contemplated: / “This must be heaven, I have made it...” From sunlight hiding, shinning softly / with russet armpit...»
«Let me go, I plead, don’t deny me! / The night is silent, scary and cold. / I am powerless here. I am dying / from your blind constant assault. On a peak, one is free to bewail / the homeland he left of free will, / but I’ve descended now into the vale — / don’t you dare to foll...»
«From my bed / The blanket fled. / And the sheet refused to stay, And the pillow, / Like a billow, / Gathered up and flew away. I got up to reach the light, / But it also took to flight. / I decided I would look / At my coloured picture-book — / In a twinkling it had fled, / Hid...»
«The quilt / Ran away! / Away flew the sheet! And the pillow, / Like a frog, / Leaped down the street! I reached for the light – / The light, too, / Took flight! And my book / ‘Bout Dick Ned / Shuddered, / And sped / Way under my bed! I went to pour some tea – / But th...»