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.
«Don’t pine your heart with fleeting worldly bliss, / Never be used to your sweet wife and house, / Take a last piece from your child’s dear mouth / To give to somebody, who needs. And be a slave, submissive to a word / Of him, who was your foe — the sworn, rather, / And call a beas...»
«(From "Midnight Poems") ...toi qui m'as consolé / Gerard de Nerval The blizzard had calmed in pine groves, / But, tipsy without any wines, / — Ophelia over her waters — / White silence all night sang to us. / And he, who’d been seemed not still clear, / Was then with this silen...»
«Forgotten? I’m not even wondered! / Forgotten was I hundred times, / And times, I’m in grave, were too hundred, / May be, my corps now there lies. / And Muse was too deafened and blinded, / Was rotting — a seed — in soils’ mesh, / To rise then to blue of the Highland / Lik...»
«From the strange verse where’s secret every word, / Where on the right and left a gulf’s the same, / Where under feet, like dry leaf, lays a fame — / There’s no for me salvation in the world.»