Towards light-blue enamel air,
Which April easily created
The birches raised their branches, bare
And into twilight slowly faded.
An ornament, so fine and dainty
Like lacework in a skillful pattern,
Seemed a design, precisely painted
On an exquisite china platter.
As if an artist used his palette
Adorning delicate glassware,
Aware of his transient talent —
Of death impending unaware.
На бледно-голубой эмали,
Какая мыслима в апреле,
Березы ветви поднимали
И незаметно вечерели.
Узор отточенный и мелкий,
Застыла тоненькая сетка,
Как на фарфоровой тарелке
Рисунок, вычерченный метко, —
Когда его художник милый
Выводит на стеклянной тверди,
В сознании минутной силы,
В забвении печальной смерти.
«Don't think of something small or earthly, / If blasts a fateful storm above — / And don't be shameful of your fear, / Just bend your head before your dear. / Your pliant heart is joining, gladly, / The Genesis by means of love. Your love comes like a cloud, potent. / Pray, when you'v...»
«Not only in lives of the gods and demons, / the power of a number opens itself. / Pythagoras By ways, prohibited for humane meditations, / The prophets, dreamers, sibyls and diviners, / Out of consciousness, oozed into habitation, / Where reign in glory the majestic numbers. An intuition...»
«I don't have any my obligations, / But the real assurance in me. / This idea has not validations, / Only love helps its rightness to see. They are endless — the ways of perfection, / Keep each moment of life strong and safe! / This world has only single attraction — / To become a be...»
«The sea — in a peace, long and lethal — / The movement — as if vaporized. / The sea — as if, made from cast metal, / A mirror of purified skies. The stones, in hardness of doze, / The shores, by repose enslaved, — / Dream of the daring and joyous, / Honey and sour wave.»