The gold stars are sleeping,
The mirror-pond trembles,
The dawn light comes creeping
And heaven's net reddens.
The birch-tree smites sleepily,
Her silk locks free-flowing,
Green earrings are rustling.
And silver dew glowing.
Tall nettles by the fencing
Their bright pearls are flaunting
And whispering merrily:
"Good morning!"
Задремали звёзды золотые,
Задрожало зеркало затона,
Брезжит свет на заводи речные
И румянит сетку небосклона.
Улыбнулись сонные берёзки,
Растрепали шёлковые косы.
Шелестят зелёные серёжки,
И горят серебряные росы.
У плетня заросшая крапива
Обрядилась ярким перламутром
И, качаясь, шепчет шаловливо:
«С добрым утром!»
«Like a belated gift, / Winter’s palpable to me: / and I’m in love with / it’s first uncertain sweep. It’s terror’s beautiful, / like the start of what’s dreadful: / even the ravens fearful / of its leafless circle. But most intense, fragile – / is its bulging blueness: ...»
«Snow, snow the whole world over, / Sweeping it, end to end. / The candle burned on the table, / the candle burned. Like a crowd of summer midges / flying to the flame, / droves of snowflakes swarmed / against the window pane. Snow-blasts moulded circles, / arrows on the glass. / Th...»
«Here, in my Moscow – cupolas gleaming! / Here, in my Moscow – great bells ringing! / And the tombs here, facing, / Of Tsarinas, and the Tsars. You’ll not know, at dawn in the Kremlin, / It’s easiest to breathe – in this world, I mean! / You’ll not know, at dawn in the Kremlin ...»
«You came — / determined, / because I was large, / because I was roaring, / but on close inspection / you saw a mere boy. / You seized / and snatched away my heart / and began / to play with it — / like a girl with a bouncing ball. / And before this miracle / every woman /...»