The green reflection in the glass door.
Automobiles hum below.
I don't think about my homeland.
Why should I? They killed her.
You, of course, will reproach me
For this, for not thinking.
But I only wait for three days to pass:
She will be resurrected in new flesh.
Отблеск зеленый в дверном стекле,
поют внизу автомобили.
Не думаю о моей земле:
что тут думать? Ее убили.
Вы, конечно, за это меня —
за недуманье — упрекнете?
Я лишь жду, чтоб прошло три дня:
она воскреснет — в новой плоти.
«1 It was sultry from blazing light / And his every glance — like a flame. / I only started: that is right. / Me — only this one can tame. / He bent, — in a casual, low tone... / The blood sharply left my hot face. / Let love stop — like a tombstone — / My life's even, m...»
«For the resounding glory of ages to come / For the tall race of men / I have given up both the cup at my fathers' feast / My mirth and my honour. The wolf-hound age throws itself at my shoulders / But I am no wolf by my blood, / Rather stuff me like a hat into the sleeve / Of the warm o...»
«Longing, desires still ravage / my soul which strives to reach you. / In recollection's twilight / I try to catch your image. / I can't forget your face. / It is a lovely constellation, / timeless, in every place, / unreachable, not knowing fluctuation.»
«Not everyone can sing, / Not everyone can fall / Like an apple at a stranger's feet. This is the greatest confession, / That a hooligan can have. I go unkempt on purpose, / With my head, like a kerosene lamp, on my shoulders. / The leafless autumn, your souls in darkness — / I love t...»