Clear-etched lines of mountains;
The pale-untrustworthy sea…
My excited vision un-curtained,
Drowns in the shoreless leas.
In my hidden hopes created
The natural world is ideal,
And all is ashes that is real:
The water, the steppe, the cliffs.
Чёткие линии гор;
Бледно-неверное море...
Гаснет восторженный взор,
Тонет в бессильном просторе.
Создал я в тайных мечтах
Мир идеальной природы, —
Что перед ним этот прах:
Степи, и скалы, и воды!
«I think about the morning of your glory, / About the morning of your days too, when / Like a demon you from sleep had stirred / And were a god for men. I think of when your eyebrows came together / Over the burning torches of your eyes, / Of how the ancient blood's eternal lava / Rushed...»
«Who's made of stone, who's made of mud, / And I'm made from silver and shine. / My act is betrayal, my name is Marina, / The fragile sea foam am I. Who is made from mud, who is made from flesh - / There's coffin and coffin plates.. / Baptized in a sea font and unceasingly / Broken in my...»
«Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck, / I swear i've never seen one like it. / Let's go, the two of us, and bark / Up the moon when Nature's silent. Come, Jim, give me your pow for luck. / Stop licking me, pet, and please do / At least heed this advice i'm giving. / Of life you havent g...»
«Deep in the desert's misery, / far in the fury of the sand, / there stands the awesome Upas Tree / lone watchman of a lifeless land. The wilderness, a world of thirst, / in wrath engendered it and filled / its every root, every accursed / grey leafstalk with a sap that killed. Dissolvi...»