Blizzard wails past my window,
Covers my porch with mounds of snow.
Diddle time away, cast shadows —
From the wedding ring I wore.
My old cat makes new discovery —
Chairs don’t purr. So he is still.
Blind blizzard in old livery —
Icy staff raps like a bill.
Winter nights! Am I possessed by you?
In your orbs I’m scared to glance...
Teddy bear hangs his head askew —
Velvet son who shares my trance.
За окном гудит метелица,
Снег взметает на крыльцо.
Я играю — от бездельица —
В обручальное кольцо.
Старый кот, по стульям лазая,
Выгнул спину и молчит.
За стеной метель безглазая
Льдяным посохом стучит.
Ночи зимние! Кликуши вы,
В очи вам боюсь взглянуть:
Медвежонок, сын мой плюшевый,
Свесил голову на грудь.
«Immortelle's dry and pink. On the fresh heaven / The clouds are roughly pasted, almost dark. / The leaves of only oak within the park / Are still remaining colorless and thin. The rays of dusk until midnight are burning. / How nice it is inside my cramped abode! / Today with me converse m...»
«She came up. I did not show my worry, / Calmly looking outside the windows. / She sat down, like ceramic idol / In a long-ago-chosen pose. To be happy — is well-accustomed, / But attentive — is harder just might. / Or the dark shadow has been overpowered / After many a jasmine Marc...»
«There is a God, yes, but He left the room / before the vote. He didn't say He'd do / a thing like that, but did it anyhow, / and simply turned our spirits upside down. / Without God, you can't cope, but He'll ignore / our queries such as "why?", "whatever for?" / and "what comes next?", ...»
«Two girls were tossing dahlias while passing. / They tossed them sparingly upon the lane. / The women shook their heads and said with sadness: / "Bouquets are pricey now — it's such a shame..." / / The street looked on with hungry discomposure. / They watched the little girls who led ...»