When horses die, they breathe
When grasses die, they wither,
When suns die, they go out,
When people die, they sing songs.
Когда умирают кони — дышат,
Когда умирают травы — сохнут,
Когда умирают солнца — они гаснут,
Когда умирают люди — поют песни.
«When Love waters your buried root / With springs of tears, and bleak gloom, / Like Death's canopy, by a magic grove / Where Dante wandered surrounds the living trunk — You rise up with your proud heads, / O hymns, into the light, shining translucent over the crimson darkness / Of...»
«So be it once again — not a friend, o my beloved! / But a brother I will be to you / Forever in our dear / Nation's thought and fate. Because we both by Solovyov / Were mysteriously christened, / Because by a new betrothal / We are betrothed to Her, the Only One. The cloth has been...»
«The regal serpent has a two-pointed tongue; / The angel of Impulses has two wings. / To a parting of the ways your soul has come: / The ruler of this path is Rachel; and of the other — Leah. Just as a horse's bit obeys two reins, / So to one belong actions, and to the other - bless...»
«The people change addresses, move, / They part and leave and disappear, / And only an autumn grove / Is permanent, it will be here. What in the very end remains? / Not idle talks or strained relations, — / — A mowed field, the vast of plains, / A forest road to a train station. Th...»