Not to set fire to myself
or be burned like Avvakum,
I do what I can
to chase away thought.
I now orbit the earth
in low-level flight,
life’s burdens and vanities
far out of sight.
Чтоб не быть самосожженцем,
Или Аввакумом,
Я усилием последним
Прогоняю думы.
Я на бреющем полете
Землю облетаю,
И тщеты земной заботы
Я теперь не знаю.
«1 Such voices can be, / That you're silent, don't repeat them, / So that wonders you foresee. / There are also giant eyes / The color of the sea Now he stands in front of you: / Look at forehead and at blood / And compare him with you! / The decrepit blood, / Tiredness turned blue....»
«2 Like seaweed, like branches of willows / Of Malmazonia are your limbs, / Thus you did lie in sprays of sea foam / And absent-mindedly transfixed Upon the sweet light-golden melons / Of diamond and aquamarine / The eyes forever semi-open / So blue-and-grayish, bluish-green. The wav...»
«How many people fell in this abyss, / I fathom from afar! / There will be time, and I will vanish too / From earth's exterior. All will be still, that sang and that did struggle, / That glistened and rejoiced: / The greenness of my eyes, the gold of my hair, / And this my tender voice. ...»
«Thus to thirst life: And to be tender / And rabid and noisy, / To be intelligent and charming — / Gorgeous to be! More tender than what are or have been, / Guilt not to know... / This, that in graveyard all are equal, / Angers me so. To be what nobody holds dear — / Like ice beco...»