On distant place my dreams are set
Where all can hear the cries and sobbing,
To share in alien sorrow’s net
And anguished grieving’s painful throbbing.
For there, I’m sure that I can find
Delight in life and exaltation,
And there, escaping fortune’s bind,
I’ll cast about for inspiration.
Мои мечты стремятся вдаль,
Где слышны вопли и рыданья,
Чужую разделить печаль
И муки тяжкого страданья.
Я там могу найти себе
Отраду в жизни, упоенье,
И там, наперекор судьбе,
Искать я буду вдохновенья.
«The muffled sound of the fruit / that carefully broke from a branch, / amid the incessant chant / of the silence deep in the woods...»
«A basilica stands where Roman justice / judged another nation: displaying its nerves, / as joyful as Adam to have stood there first, / the light cross-vault plays with its muscles. / / But a secret scheme is revealed outside: / the strength of the saddling arches forestalls / the buck...»
«We live, but feel no land at our feet, / nor ten steps off any whisper of speech. / Where half a conversation finds enough lips, / it’s the Kremlin-Climber our thoughts are with. / His weighty fingers as greasy as worms, / true as a dumbbell tumble his words. / His laughing moustache i...»
«Read only what children would read, / and dream what children think matters; / once the great things lie scattered, / shake off grief and rise to your feet. Existence exhausts me to death — / oh nothing it owns is of worth. / But I love this desolate earth: / I’ve never known any pl...»