I seek for rhythmic whisperings
Where noises bandy —
For life I listen wistfully
In footless banter.
I cast wide nets and tentative
In lakes of sorrow.
I go toward final tenderness
By pathways sordid.
I look for dewdrops glistering
In falsehood's gardens.
I save truth's globules glistening,
From dust-heaps garnered.
I fain would fathom fortitude
Through years of wormwood —
And pierce the mortal fortalice,
Yet live, a worldling.
My cup, through ways impassable,
To bear, untainted;
By tenebrous bleak passages
To joy attaining.
Ищу напевных ше-
потов
В несвязном шу-
ме,
Ловлю живые шо-
рохи
В ненужной шу-
тке.
Закидываю не-
воды
В озера гру-
сти,
Иду к последней не-
жности
Сквозь пыль и гру-
бость.
Ищу росинок ис-
кристых
В садах непра-
вды,
Храню их в чаше ис-
тины,
Беру из пра-
ха.
Хочу коснуться сме-
лаго
Чрез горечь жи-
зни.
Хочу прорезать сме-
ртное
И знать, что жив -
я.
Меж цепкого и ле-
пкого
Скользнуть бы с ча-
шей.
По самой темной ле-
стнице
Дойти до сча-
стья.
«Three months ago, it all had started. / The early blizzards swept by, rushing / Over our fields and yards unguarded / With some unmanageable passion. I then made up my mind at once, / As though a hermit on vocation, / I’d write of winter and perchance, / I would complete my spring col...»
«Snowflakes glide, snowflakes glide. / Cranesbills’ flowers reach in swarms / To the white stars in the storm / Through the window sash, outside. Snowflakes glide, and all is muddled, / All is now beginning flight, / And the dark stairs with the cobbled / Crosswalk all begin to slide. ...»
«During the lengthy winter terms, / The equinoxes came to me: / Each day was peerless in its form / And each repeated endlessly. They came in sequence, bit by bit, / And slowly, started to add up — / Those rare and single days when it / Appears that time came to a stop. And now, each ...»
«In the lifetime of many days, / I hold in mind the days of ‘solstice’, / And every one was in his way, / And every — midst themselves not noticed. And, link by link, the whole chain / Was self-assembled by collecting / Just those days, exclusive, when / We dream that time is sto...»