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.
«The tune swayed up and down, forward, backward, / reminding of a boat on raging waves; / the old street-organ playing in the backyard / presented me with sadness and great pains. / / I was about to begin to cry / when suddenly I clearly made out / the happy, joyous and delighted sound...»
«Life is fine but it’s strange, for a wonder, / and as short as the stroke of the pen; / now it’s time to slow down and ponder / on its wound and the torturous pain. / / Now it’s time to be thoughtful and serious / while we live we should muse and think hard: / what is there behi...»
«My Hope, at this successive session / will you please play me something special / and make the blush come off my face, / just like a horse that goes the pace. / / I beg of you please play me something / in order that there might be nothing : / nor notes, nor keys, nor peace, nor sky.....»
«Forget the loss belated and early celebration / When moon wheels hit the roadway in time for separation. / The profile of an owl looks down from the cart, / The simple song of crickets storms right into the heart. She's watching from her doorstep, her beauty slowly failing, / The prideful a...»