From this exhausting weakness
Nowhere to go! Nowhere to go!
Which flows around my heart
Like water! Like water!
Was it really written — (and by whom?) —
In the heavens,
That two demons, hope and fear,
Should eat into my soul?
I won't be saved, I have been struggling
For so long! For so long!
I'm sure to fall, let me reach the bottom,
But where's the bottom?
…Нет! из слабости истощающей
Никуда! Никуда!
Сердце мое обтекающей
Как вода! Как вода!
Ужель написано – и кем оно?
В небесах,
Чтоб въедались в душу два демона,
Надежда и Страх?
Не спасусь, я борюсь,
Так давно! Так давно!
Все равно утону, уж скорей бы ко дну…
Но где дно?..
«'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! The heart to peace aspires: / Day follows day; the rolling stream of hours / Crumbles the banks of being, and you and I / Had thought to live, and yet, behold, we die. Though joy for ever flees, peace stays and concentration. / For long now has it been my co...»
«Hard frost and sunshine — a day of pleasure! / You are still drowsy at your leisure — / It’s time, my beauty, ope your eyes! / Let you get free of blissful dreaming, / To meet the North Aurora, deeming / The Star of North, let you arise! Last eve the blizzard howled angry, / ...»
«A friend of my severe days, / Decrepit darling dove of mine! / In deep pine woods alone you wait / For me, you wait too long a time. / In your front room under the window / You grieve as if you sentry stand, / And needles linger every minute / In your fatigued and puckered hands. / Y...»
«We are confined for lifetime / In bodies as in prison. / A soul is sick and tired / And does not see a reason / To be forever locked in / A skinny one-man cell / With eye and ear openings / As dormers size-of-cent. / / It rises from the eyeholes / To where the clear sky calls / ...»