So many stars swarm in the frame
Right between the window sashes.
In the clear nights they flame
Like a writing, all gold flashes.
Through the window circle head
You discover, while recalling,
Polygons, triangles, squares
Of the world fiery drawing.
Так много звезд теснится в раме
Меж переплетами окна.
Они сверкают вечерами,
Как золотые письмена.
В оконном тесном полукруге,
Припоминая, узнаешь
Многоугольники и дуги —
Вселенной огненный чертеж.
«A perfectly ripened trill, / The cackling of crushed ice, / Night, frosting a leaf, / A duel between nightingales. A sweet pea-vine grown wild, / God's tears upon a peapod, / Figaro from flutes and conductors' stands / Crashing down like hail on a flower bed. The crucial discovery of n...»
«I’d like to live with You / In a small town, / Where there are eternal twilights / And eternal bells. / And in a small village inn — / The faint chime / Of ancient clocks — like droplets of time. / And sometimes, in the evenings, from some garret — / A flute, / And the flau...»
«Already now the weary day / Has through the purple waves descended; / The cooling shades have fast extended; / The azure arch of heaven grows gray! / And solemn Night with peaceful pinions / Comas winging through her vast dominions, / And Hesper with his glittering star / Is hera...»
«Deep silence in the sky; / The moon mysteriously / Through filmy haze is sinking; / The Star of Love is winking / Above the darkling hill, / And in the abyss so still / Things formless, fascinating, / Come flying, animating / The silence of the night, — / They bring the Spring’...»