Flying in at my window,
a moon like a snow jay
scrapes claws on walls,
flutters over my pillow
Scared of confinement
in pages or dwelling,
my homeless darling —
in midnight finery.
Луна, точно снежная сойка,
Влетает в окошко ко мне
И крыльями машет над койкой,
Когтями скребет по стене.
И бьется на белых страницах,
Пугаясь людского жилья,
Моя полуночная птица,
Бездомная прелесть моя.
«Time of youth will travel quickly stealing days of happy charms. / What the fates have got in store inescapably comes your way. / One day something most admirable will tap upon your doorway; / One day something least desirable will fall into your arms. Ah, preparing for the doomsday, don't be...»
«"My horse is exhausted, my shoes are completely worn out. / Which way should I travel from here, would you kindly say?" / "Along the red river, my dear, and toward the blue mount. / Toward the blue mount, my sweet dear, you should make your way." "And how shall I find it, my horse needs to re...»
«The eyes are the arch of the grey autumn sky, / The sky that lost sparkle and froze. / And under its weight, bent and trampled I lie. / And that's how her love for me goes. Farewell, no more mercy, it's all done and said. / Each day unmistakably shows / That passion is dead, that it's sun...»
«Again Hope and I met each other — a meeting quite pleasing. / Her residence hasn’t moved farther, it’s me that was busy. / The same lucky dress made of poplin she’s wearing for walking, / The same is the fire in her eyes staring ages ahead... / You’re sister to us; we’re your bro...»