Snow gone, mounds of clay are drying.
Mold of mushrooms on the foothills.
On the plains the wind is dancing —
Like a gentle small red donkey.
Smells of pine and pussy willow...
Heaven sometimes sighs — and dozes.
And a sparrow reads his psalter
At the pulpit of the forest.
In the draw the leaves of last year
Heap like copper in the bushes.
Someone wearing sunny kaftan
Rides upon the small red donkey.
His hair is as soft as raw flax.
But His face is sadly clouded.
Pine trees, fir trees bow before
Him And shout out to him, «Hosanna!»
Сохнет стаявшая глина,
На сугорьях гниль опенок.
Пляшет ветер по равнинам,
Рыжий ласковый осленок.
Пахнет вербой и смолою,
Синь то дремлет, то вздыхает.
У лесного аналоя
Воробей псалтырь читает.
Прошлогодний лист в овраге
Средь кустов, как ворох меди.
Кто-то в солнечной сермяге
На осленке рыжем едет.
Прядь волос нежней кудели,
Но лицо его туманно.
Никнут сосны, никнут ели
И кричат ему: «Осанна!»
«One person said: "One life is not enough" / Another said, "The goal we can't handle" / A woman, habitually and dull, / Not listening, has rocked the cradle. The fading ropes creaked so much, / Fell into silence — more gently every time! — / As if the angels sang for her from heaven / ...»
«"O, my heart is torn apart / Of tenderness ... O, yes, I loved my life / Without measuring, without quenching passion, / — But by the age of thirty, I have no strength enough". Over a poet, leaning with a smile, / Unknown surgeon then / With lancet will cut his tired chest, / Instead...»
«"L’Amor che muove il Sole e l’altre stelle" / — Dante, Paradiso. XXXIII Above the abyss, a spirit, burningly / Steered worlds with love’s helm; / My spirit, soaring and sailing, / Flew into a Candlemas of stars. Answering the abyss with an abyss; / Holding the firmament in a shor...»
«"Great is their love, who love in sin and fear" / — Byron A day curled and humid exhausted its glare / Sowing the evening fire in between clouds. / Into a circle, darkened, in a circle, gaped, / The unmoving chaos of the colosseum. Out of the stormy gloom, stared / The timeless eyes of...»