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.
«The roads will fill with snow, / The roofs will feel its weight, / To stretch, outside I go: / There, by the door, you wait. Alone, in an autumn coat, / With nothing on your head, / You chew the snow, distraught, / And hide a nervous fret. The fences and the trees / Into the gloom wi...»
«Cold morning: the sun blurs, / Pillar of smoky fire. / And I’m indistinct too / Like a dirty snapshot. Till it gets through the murk, / Shines on the grassy pond / The trees see me poorly / Across from the far bank; A passer-by, recognised / Late, as he’s plunged in haze. / Fro...»
«Still yesterday he met my gaze, / But now his eyes are darting shiftly! / Till birdsong at first light he stayed, — / Now larks are crows, met with hostility! So I am stupid, you are wise, / You live, I lie dumbstricken, numb to you. / O how the woman in me cries: / "O my dear ...»
«You're me in the way. I used to / Wlak so, without looking up. / Stop, passerby! Don't refuse to. / I beg and I pray you — stop! You'll read, as you lay the glowing / Red blossoms on the mound of grass: / Marina. And then more slowly: / The dates — of my birth and death. Yes...»