My beloved! My tricky demon!
You’re so bony, that if you please
A cannibal eating you for luncheon,
Would break his teeth while he was crunchin’.
But I am not from such a rude breed
(And anyways a little toothless),
So therefore, without being an annoyance
I’ll eat you with my lips.
Моя любовь! Мой демон шалый!
Ты так костлява, что, пожалуй,
Позавтракав тобой в обед,
Сломал бы зубы людоед.
Но я не той породы грубой
(К тому ж я несколько беззуба),
А потому, не теребя,
Губами буду есть тебя!
«The glen of Daghestan, at noon, was hot and gleaming; / I lay on sand with lead sent to my heart, / My deadly wound was deep and easily steaming; / And, drop by drop, was oozing out blood. I lay on sand of this small glen, alone; / High cliffs surrounded my motionless head. / The sun ...»
«When I often stay a motley crowd in, / When before my eyes, as in an awful dream, / To humming orchestras and dances, / And foolish whispering of speeches learnt by eart, / Flit figures of the people lost of heart, / And masques with a false politeness; / When my hands are touched, by an...»
«For all, for all! I thank you, o my dear: / For passions' deeply hidden pledge, / For poison of a kiss, and stinging of a tear, / Abuse by friends, and enemies' revenge; / For soul's light, extinguished in a prison, / For things by which I was deceived before. / But do not give me any re...»
«In my beloved Scottish highlands, / Under a curtain of cold mists, / Between the sky of storms and dry sands, / The grave of Ossian exists. / My dreaming heart flies to its stone / To breathe in native air puffs / And take from it the priceless loan — / The treasure of the second lif»