I am the last poet of the village, / The plank bridge is modest in its songs. / I am standing for the farewell mass / Of the birch trees ince...
For Marienhof
I’m the last poet of the village. / The wooden bridge is modest in my songs. / I’m attending the farewell night ...
für Mariengof
Als Letzter bin ich noch ans Dorf gefesselt, / Den Dichtern wird der Brettersteg zu schmal. / Die Birken schwing...
Soy el último poeta del campo. / Es pobre en canciones un puente de tablas / en la misa final estoy, entre abedules, / que inciensan el aire ...
Son l’ultimo poeta contadino, / rozzo è il ponte di legno dei miei canti. / Già mi dicono il viatico divino / le betulle, turiboli oscillanti...
«A handclasp-that was all it took / To work these total transformations! / Old men are bowling hoops and, look, / Children complain of palpitations. Trains cross Sevan* from shore to shore, / At midday folk are lighting candles, / In water fish delight no more, / While I ... I love you t...»
«Wiping tears of hurt and childish sorrow, / Cotton dress you took—your best attire — / Always somepne straight from out a story, / To a world of fables you retired. Ever since, by dreams I’ve been bedevilled / That you’d left your fable-land domain, / That I had been married to a ...»
«Far from the madding crowd and mirth / A young girl lived on the edge of the earth, / Fantasy breathing sweet as the air, / Of my fantasy unaware. There she lived on the edge of the earth, / That is the story, for what it’s worth... / Just too bad that the earth is round / And has no ...»
«To N. Aseyev* Night stands guard by blown-up bridges, / Horse has lost its way in mistiness. / Dying on the damp earth lies a laddie / Who for comfort could not care less. Warm caressing weather freezes quickly / On the laddie’s parched and lifeless lips / And the gleaming stars of 191...»