Swimming in the blue dust,
The moon butts a cloud with its horn.
This night, no one will guess
Why the herons screamed.
This night, she ran through the reeds
To the green backwater.
Her white hand swept her tousled hair
Over her tunic.
She ran up, glanced at the quick spring
And sat down on the stump in pain.
In her eyes, the daisies wilted
The way a swamp light goes out.
At dawn, through the spiraling fog,
She swam away and vanished in the distance...
And the moon, swimming in the blue dust,
Nodded to her from behind the hill.
Месяц рогом облако бодает,
В голубой купается пыли.
В эту ночь никто не отгадает,
Отчего кричали журавли.
В эту ночь к зелёному затону
Прибегла она из тростника.
Золотые космы по хитону
Разметала белая рука.
Прибегла, в ручей взглянула прыткий,
Опустилась с болью на пенёк.
И в глазах завяли маргаритки,
Как болотный гаснет огонёк.
На рассвете с вьющимся туманом
Уплыла и скрылася вдали…
И кивал ей месяц за курганом,
В голубой купаяся пыли.
«2 Like seaweed, like branches of willows / Of Malmazonia are your limbs, / Thus you did lie in sprays of sea foam / And absent-mindedly transfixed Upon the sweet light-golden melons / Of diamond and aquamarine / The eyes forever semi-open / So blue-and-grayish, bluish-green. The wav...»
«How many people fell in this abyss, / I fathom from afar! / There will be time, and I will vanish too / From earth's exterior. All will be still, that sang and that did struggle, / That glistened and rejoiced: / The greenness of my eyes, the gold of my hair, / And this my tender voice. ...»
«Thus to thirst life: And to be tender / And rabid and noisy, / To be intelligent and charming — / Gorgeous to be! More tender than what are or have been, / Guilt not to know... / This, that in graveyard all are equal, / Angers me so. To be what nobody holds dear — / Like ice beco...»
«You, whose sleep is without awakening, / Who does still quietly move, / Go to the Three-Pond alley / If you my poems love. O, how sunny and how starry / It's to start the life's first tome / I pray - while it is not too late yet — / Come and take a look at our home! Soon that world w...»