Wide acres you inherit,
And graveyards populous;
A tameless nomad spirit
Is Beauty’s fate for us.
For us a daily treason,
New camp-grounds every day.
The inexorable prison
We cheat, and break away.
Trust in each shrouded story.
Each far-off marvel’s prize.
The springtime’s emerald glory,
The length and breadth of skies.
Artists, with dreams for horses.
Pasture them all around!
Escape! Sow with new forces.
Then fly the fallow ground.
Hurl from your flooding numbers
Your hordes in hurricanes
Where the low valley slumbers
And slaves are proud of chains.
Trample their paradises,
Attila I Waste anew!
And where your bright star rises,
The steppe will bud for you!
Кочевники Красоты — вы, художники.
*** «Пламенники»
Вам — пращуров деревья
И кладбищ теснота!
Нам вольные кочевья
Судила Красота.
Вседневная измена,
Вседневный новый стан:
Безвыходного плена
Блуждающий обман.
О, верьте далей чуду
И сказке всех завес,
Всех весен изумруду,
Всей широте небес!
Художники, пасите
Грез ваших табуны;
Минуя, всколосите —
И киньте — целины!
И с вашего раздолья
Низриньтесь вихрем орд
На нивы подневолья,
Где раб упрягом горд.
Топчи их рай, Аттила, —
И новью пустоты
Взойдут твои светила,
Твоих степей цветы!
«My sweet black midget gave me many pleasures / And was so good in worshipping my feet, / I trusted him my gold and other treasures / To keep them in my gilded chest so neat. But day has come, and he began to grow / And grew so big that broke my lady nest. / I kissed his feet, but all I he...»
«When partners can't agree / Their dealings come to naught / And trouble is their labor's only fruit. Once Crawfish, Swan and Pike / Set out to pull a loaded cart, / And all together settled in the traces; / They pulled with all their might, but still the cart refused to budge! / The loa...»
«A Rascal-Monkey / Donkey / Billy Goat / And klunky Bear / Set out to play a string Quartet. / They found some scores, viola, bass, two violins / And sat down in a lea beneath a linden tree / To charm the world with art. / They struck their strings, and sawed with all their heart. / ...»
«Along the streets Big Elephant was led, / To show him off, most likely. / Since Elephants are not a common thing to see / A crowd of gapers followed on his heels. / All of a sudden Pug springs up in front of them. / And seeing Elephant, it raises a great rumpus, / It lunges, barks and h...»