A hen began to count her chicks:
One, two, three,
Four, five, six,
Seven, eight,
Nine and ten —
A lot of worry for one hen!
Стала курица считать
Маленьких цыпляток:
Желтых пять
И черных пять,
А всего десяток.
«Take — for the sake of joy — out of my palms / a little sunlight and a little honey, / as we were told to by Persephone’s bees. You can’t untie a boat that isn’t moored, / nor can you hear a shadow shod in fur, / nor — in this dense life — overpower fear. The only thing that...»
«The flowers say good-bye to me, / They bend their heads and bow low down / Which means that I will never see / Her lovely face and my home town. / / Well, that"s the way it is, my love! / I saw them all in habitation, / I take this deathly trepidation / For tender feeling, still a...»
«I will not be wandering about / Trampling goosefoot in the bushes any more; / And I know you"ll never come around / In my dreams, oat-haired, as before. / / You were tender beautiful and fair, / Berry juice upon your skin, so light. / You resembled rosy sunset glare, / And, like...»
«in memory of Glina Straovoitova That’s how it was: I turned my sickroom gazes / on the yard outside the ward, as though on groves / or open fields. I tried to write ‘quite simply’: / as it turned out, the impediment was this: my mind was racked, tortured by constant fretting / about ...»