Search for me in transparent spring light,
I’m like wings, imperceptibly close,
I’m a sigh, I’m a sound, a sunbeam inside,
but I’m lighter than it: it is here, and I was.
There’s no parting between us, dear friend!
Hear me now, I’m here. I am traced
by your living and shivering hand
that has stretched through the day’s molten blaze.
So slow down. As if accidentally,
shut your eyes. And I’ll strain all the same —
on your fingertips, shaking so gently,
maybe then I will flare up as a flame…
Ищи меня в сквозном весеннем свете.
Я весь — как взмах неощутимых крыл,
Я звук, я вздох, я зайчик на паркете,
Я легче зайчика: он — вот, он есть, я был.
Но, вечный друг, меж нами нет разлуки!
Услышь, я здесь. Касаются меня
Твои живые, трепетные руки,
Простертые в текучий пламень дня.
Помедли так. Закрой, как бы случайно,
Глаза. Еще одно усилье для меня —
И на концах дрожащих пальцев, тайно,
Быть может, вспыхну кисточкой огня.
«I speak in those words suddenly / That rise once in the soul. So sharply comes / The musty odour of an old sachet, / A bee hums on a white chrysanthemum. And the room , where light strikes through slits, / Cherishes love, for here it is still new. / A bed, with a french inscription over i...»
«In the garden there were snatches of music / Wordless, melancholy. / The sharp fresh odors of the sea / Rose from oysters on cracked ice. He said to me, / "I am faithful friend", / And touched my dress: / Unlike an embrace / The touch of that hand. So one pets a cat or a bird / So ...»
«There’s nothing to be sad about. / Sadness is a crime, a prison. / A strange impression, I have risen / From the grey canvas like a sheet. / / Up-flying arms, with a bad break, / Tormented smile — I and the sitter / Had to become thus through the bitter / Hours of profligate giv...»
«Nobody came to meet me / with a lantern, / Had to find my way up / the steps by weak moonlight / / And there he was, under / the green lamp, and / With a corpse’s smile / he whispered, "Your voice / / Is strange Cinderella…" / Fire dying in the hearth, / Cricket chirpin...»