We are two tree-trunks lightning struck alight,
Two flames of midnight woodland by the sea.
We are two meteors soaring through the night,
The two-tipped arrow of one destiny,
We are two steeds whose rein a single right
Hand holds. One spur pricks them to harmony.
We are the two eyes of a single sight,
Two quavering wings of a sole reverie.
We are two shades that come to grieve together
Over the marble of a godly tomb
Where ancient Beauty rests in peace forever.
The two-voiced lips where single mysteries cross,
We are one Sphinx that both ourselves subsume.
We are two arms of one united cross.
Мы — два грозой зажженные ствола,
Два пламени полуночного бора;
Мы — два в ночи летящих метеора,
Одной судьбы двужалая стрела!
Мы — два коня, чьи держит удила
Одна рука, — одна язвит их шпора;
Два ока мы единственного взора,
Мечты одной два трепетных крыла.
Мы — двух теней скорбящая чета
Над мрамором божественного гроба,
Где древняя почиет Красота.
Единых тайн двугласные уста,
Себе самим мы — Сфинкс единый оба.
Мы — две руки единого креста.
«Name of yours sounds — bird-in-hand clung, / Name of yours sounds — icily on tongue. / On single-smackingly implosive lips / Name of yours sounds — five caps. / Ball that’s catapulted and caught, / A silveringly bell-clapped retort. Thrown, a stone into tranquil pond — / Sob...»
«Your name is a bird on my palm. / Your name is ice on my tongue. / Your name is a stone in a swamp. / It is a bullet, and a cramp. Your name is an invisible moment / of my lips, / A kiss in the eyes, / My breath in your hold. / Sometimes — a reasonable advise. / Sometimes — sno...»
«I've forgotten the word I meant to say. / A blind swallow returns to the palace of shadows / On clipped wings, to play with transparent things. / A night song's sung in unconsciousness. Birds are silent. The immortelle won't bloom. / Transparent are the manes of midnight's herd, / An empt...»
«I St. Isaac’s Cathedral is clothed in / The robes of cast silver again. / The horse of Peter stands frozen, / Impatient, fierce and intent. The harsh stifling wind will not cease, / Sweeping chimneys and hovering... / The new capital does not please / The sovereign. II The heart be...»