Here I praise the brutal flight
of those wings, they carried me into distances,
to Freedom's signifying blue dimension
domed by the sun with rings of light,
high, high, to that absolute height —
the snowy egret of song eternally.
Я славлю лёт его насилий,
Тех крыл, что в даль меня носили,
Свод синезначимой свободы,
Под круги солнечных ободий,
Туда, под самый-самый верх,
Где вечно песен белый стерх.
«Conquistador, set in the iron armor, / I gaily follow the outgoing star, / I go over precipices, harbors / And rest in joyful groves, so far. Oh, how wild and starless heaven's shelter! / The haze is growing, but, silent, I must wait. / Conquistador, in iron armor set, / I'll find my lo...»
«I am a conquistador in an iron armour, / And joyfully am following а star. / I pass over the gaps and oceans / And rest in blissful orchards — half ajar. How dimly in the skies the mist is growing / And makes the panorama starless, wild, / But I believe that I will find my love / I a...»
«To Anna Akhmatova With all asleep I from the house departed, / In bushes by the ditch was guide concealed. / Perhaps when morning came a search you started, / You were too late, for we were in the field. My guide was sallow, skeletal, bent over, / Oh, how I loved him – I was out of mind!...»
«On the black square of the Kremlin / the air is drunk with mutiny. / A shaky ‘peace’ is rocked by rebels, / the poplars puff seditiously. The wax faces of the cathedrals / and the dense forest of the bells / tell us — inside the stony rafters / a tongueless brigand is concealed. ...»