OK, Graylegs, time to set the plow
aside. Rainstorm lashes our faces.
Time to turn back to the barn,
to dinner, dreams, and darkness.
Полно, сивка, видно, тра
Бросить соху. Хлещет ливень и сечет.
Видно, ждет нас до утра
Сон, коняшня и почет.
«I went to bliss. The footpath gleamed / The ruby tint of evening dew, / And ebbing in my spirit streamed / The distant song of dawn anew. The song of dawn, as sunset strove / To fade away. The heavens glowed, / And through the welkin’s seas above / The flames of evening purple flowed....»
«He that hath the bride is the bridegroom: but / the friend of the bridegroom, which standeth / and heareth him, rejoiceth greatly because of / the bridegroom’s voice. / From John III.29 I’m ten years old. I light a wick / And shield the censer’s nascent flame. / Without a word or ...»
«Amidst the planets, in the heavens’ glimmer, / There’s just one Star whose name I’ll ever say. / It’s not because I am in love with Her, / But as, with other stars, I waste away. And if I’m feeling painfully unsure, / I’ll come to Her alone to ease my plight. / It’s not beca...»
«A half-holiday for the burial. Of course, they punish / the provincial copper bells for hours; / terribly the nose tilts up like a tallow candle / from the coffin. Does it wish to draw breath / from its torso in a mourning.suit? The last snow / fell sombrely — white, then the roads were ...»