The city took off its wintery things.
The snows turned slobbery.
Spring has come again,
foolish and loose-tongued
as an army cadet.
Город зимнее снял.
Снега распустили слюнки.
Опять пришла весна,
глупа и болтлива, как юнкер.
«Along my street for so many years / I hear steps — my friends are slowly leaving. / The slow leaving of my dear friends / Is welcomed by the darkness of the evening. Oh, Solitude, your nature is so stern. / While catching sunshine with your iron compass / You close the circle with a...»
«It swept, it swept around the land / As snow was swirling. / A candle was burning on the desk, / A candle burning. As swarms of midges in the dark / To a fire flutter, / Blew flakes of snow from the park / ‘gainst window shutter. The storm was drawing on the glass / Small darts a...»
«...No grass ever grows / Making baskets for us / Is their lives’ sole purpose — / Making baskets from the straw, / Weightless basket service. / On the moon, twilight looms / Houses are neater / On the moon, no homes, / Only pigeon quarters / Bluish homes — bluish homes...»
«Children’s stories — are all I shall read; / Children’s fancies — are all I shall cherish; / All grown-up matters wither and perish; / Down, sadness, I’ll rise up and lead! / / I am tired of living — to death. / No longer life’s beauties are welcomed. / But I love my m...»