Chase poems of the night away,
No need for preemies of the spirit:
Since night assists you at their birth,
And night is an atrocious midwife.
You madman! If you really do
Aspire to exalted singing,
Outstubborn, try to overcome
Your momentary excitation.
Know this: the chatter of the night
Will never ever sound like music
Until the lines can feel the coolness
Of day which brings all things to light.
Гони стихи ночные прочь,
Не надо недоносков духа:
Ведь их воспринимает ночь,
А ночь — плохая повитуха.
Безумец! Если ты и впрямь
Высокого возжаждал пенья,
Превозмоги, переупрямь
Свое минутное кипенье.
Пойми: ночная трескотня
Не станет музыкой, покуда
По строкам не пройдет остуда
Всеобнажающего дня.
«Grey is the morning, the morning is misty, / Mournful are grasslands all covered with snow. / Out of your wish you’ll get thoughts light and wispy, / Images, feelings you lost long ago. You will remember the passionate speeches, / Glances you longed for and keenly desired, / Greetings...»
«The dull melancholy, and no one to offer a hand / In times of a destitute feeling… / The wishing!.. What good is to wish with no merit or end? / And years keep on passing — the ones most appealing! To love... but then whom?.. For a time, isn’t worth the travail; / Forever, no love has...»
«(fragment) Over my street for many-many years, / sound the steps — my friends leave me forever. / The slow exodus of all my dear friends / takes from the dark by windows its favor. / . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . / Oh, constant loneliness, how hard are manners yours! / ...»
«1 I'm alone on the path just taken; / Glittering, it stretches through the fog; / Quiet night. All harkens to the Maker, / And two stars begin a dialogue. 2 It is grand and solemn in the heavens! / In the azure radiance Earth rests... / Why then does my heart seem so heavy? / Do I ho...»