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.
«Breathe in the sunlight, live with the sunlight — / And with the sun you will glisten too! / The earth will be warm in the living sunlight / Of hearts that knew of the light and good. Breathe in the heaven, live with the heaven — / And with the heaven will shine your eye. / With love ...»
«Envy not your friend if hes more handsome, / More intelligent or wealthier than you. / Let his merits and let his successes / Not tear up the laces on your shoe. Move along your way without a care, / Smile still broader out of his success! / Maybe hell face darkness and despair / And yo...»
«It took place at the sea, in the foam of the ocean, / Where the carriage of city rarely arrives. / In the tower of a palace the queen was playing Chopin, / And to sound of Chopin the page fell in love. It was all very simple, it was all very dear: / The page asked him to cut pomegranate in ...»
«This day of spring is hot and golden — / The citys blinded by the sun! / Im me again! I am emboldened! / Im in love, happy and Im young! The soul sings and bursts for the fields and / I come to strangers and say "hey." / What spaciousness I feel! What freedom! / What songs and flowers...»