Azure space is aflame up above,
I've forgotten my home destination...
For the first time I'm singing of love,
For the first time I give up contention.
I was all like a desolate grove
Loving women and heavily drinking.
I don"t drink any more and don't love
Like I did, living fast and unthinking.
All I want is to look at the vast
Of your gold-brown eyes, and, — oh, bother! —
How I wish that, disliking your past,
You would not like to go to another!
Gentle step, graceful waist that you have!
Oh if only you wer' able to tumble
How a bully can really love,
And how he can be timid and humble!
All those pubs I would never attend,
And my poems would all be forgotten,
If you let me take hold of your hand
And your hair, the colour of autumn.
I would follow you ever, my dove,
Be it distant or close destination...
For the first time I'm singing of love,
For the first time I give up contention.
Заметался пожар голубой,
Позабылись родимые дали.
В первый раз я запел про любовь,
В первый раз отрекаюсь скандалить.
Был я весь как запущенный сад,
Был на женщин и зелие падкий.
Разонравилось пить и плясать
И терять свою жизнь без оглядки.
Мне бы только смотреть на тебя,
Видеть глаз златокарий омут,
И чтоб, прошлое не любя,
Ты уйти не смогла к другому.
Поступь нежная, легкий стан,
Если б знала ты сердцем упорным,
Как умеет любить хулиган,
Как умеет он быть покорным.
Я б навеки забыл кабаки
И стихи бы писать забросил,
Только б тонко касаться руки
И волос твоих цветом в осень.
Я б навеки пошел за тобой
Хоть в свои, хоть в чужие дали...
В первый раз я запел про любовь,
В первый раз отрекаюсь скандалить.
«Do I need excuses / For divine mismatching? — / Poetry and music / Aren't cure-all magic. And why hum insanely / Tunes and verses hopeless? / Having nothing saintly / Feels more fun and homeless. And our gain is pretty / Minuscule and fleeting — / Only heartfelt pity, / So th...»
«T. O.-T. My evening, silver-feathered, / All-consecrating light! / As if no longer present, / I turn to you my sight – With gratefulness: for every / Revitalizing breath, / That in my final craving / You granted to my breast, For every elevation / Of your becalming hand, / For a...»
«Our rendezvous, their each and every moment, / we celebrated as a holy omen, / Epiphany for just the two of us. / As daring as a wing, more light than dust, / you, down the stairway, like a dizzy torrent / ran skipping treads, and navigated past / the veil of lilac to the territory / u...»
«You were sleeping, today, while I was looking about us / into the shadows, a horseman in patrol. / It was then I understood exactly how late it was: / how death is waiting on stage, and how everything passes, / and though it looks innocent to scribble these lines / poetry is no longer priv...»