A human being, as much as he is grand,
Essentially, is just a thinking plant.
We are related to all trees and grass,
And their kinship can’t belittle us.
We're given from before our birth
The steadfastness of plants, their life force.
Человек — хоть будь он трижды гением —
Остается мыслящим растением.
С ним в родстве деревья и трава.
Не стыдитесь этого родства.
Вам даны до вашего рождения
Сила, стойкость, жизненность растения.
«Fog covered the distance, / The moon combs the clouds. / Red evening behind the fish string / Spreads a curly drag net. Under the window, the wind / Oversang through slippy willows. / Quiet gloom, a warm angel, / Slaked by foreign light. The izba’s slumber, effortlessly, sows / Par...»
«The day is gone, the line diminished, / And I again edge to the exit. / With a slight sweep of the white finger / I cut through the secret of ages. In the blue stream of my fate / The cold scum beats and froths, / And the seal of mute bondage / Adds a new wrinkle near the puckered lip. ...»
«Ah, what a blizzard, be damned! / Driving white nails into the roof. / Only I’m not afraid, and in my fate / With a scampish heart I’m nailed to you.»
«I'd root out / bureaucracy / once and for ever. / I have no respect / for formalities. / May every paper / go to the devil / But for this... A courteous official / passes through / The maze of compartments / and halls. / They hand in passports, / And I, / too, / Hand in ...»