The evening flares, the cat naps on a beam.
Someone is praying: “Lord Jesus.”
The twilight blazes, the fog kindles;
There is a scarlet curtain over the ornate window.
Spider webs stretch from the golden toolshed.
Somewhere a mouse is scratching in a closed cage…
By the forest meadow — bundles of wheat.
Firs, like spears, rest against the sky.
The dew-covered groves have started to smolder…
In the heart, only silence and relics.
Задымился вечер, дремлет кот на брусе.
Кто-то помолился: «Господи Исусе».
Полыхают зори, курятся туманы,
Над резным окошком занавес багряный.
Вьются паутины с золотой повети.
Где-то мышь скребется в затворенной клети...
У лесной поляны — в свяслах копны хлеба,
Ели, словно копья, уперлися в небо.
Закадили дымом под росою рощи...
В сердце почивают тишина и мощи.
«For all, for all, I render thanks to Thee — / For passion's secret pangs and misery, / For burning tears, the poison of the kiss, / For warmth of soul wasted on emptiness, / For foeman's hate, for friends' malicious spleen, / For all by which in life I've cheated been. / But oh ! dispo...»
«'Neath midday heat, in Dagestana's Vale, / With leaden ball in breast I lifeless lay; / From a deep wound smoke rose upon the gale, / And drop by drop my life-blood ebbed away. Alone I lay upon the sandy slopes; / The craggy cliffs around me crowded steep; / The sunlight burned upon their...»
«On the pavement / of my trampled soul / the steps of madmen / weave the prints of rude crude words. / Where cities / hang / and in the noose of cloud / the towers’ / crooked spires / congeal — / I go / alone to weep / that crossroads / crucify / policemen.»
«Along far beaches of uncharted seas / the moon — / my wife — goes driving. / She’s redhaired, my beloved. / Behind her turnout, / a variegated throng of constellations scurries, / screaming. / She weds with a garage, / kisses newspaper kiosks, / while a fluttering-eyed page t...»