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.
«A perfectly ripened trill, / The cackling of crushed ice, / Night, frosting a leaf, / A duel between nightingales. A sweet pea-vine grown wild, / God's tears upon a peapod, / Figaro from flutes and conductors' stands / Crashing down like hail on a flower bed. The crucial discovery of n...»
«I’d like to live with You / In a small town, / Where there are eternal twilights / And eternal bells. / And in a small village inn — / The faint chime / Of ancient clocks — like droplets of time. / And sometimes, in the evenings, from some garret — / A flute, / And the flau...»
«Already now the weary day / Has through the purple waves descended; / The cooling shades have fast extended; / The azure arch of heaven grows gray! / And solemn Night with peaceful pinions / Comas winging through her vast dominions, / And Hesper with his glittering star / Is hera...»
«Deep silence in the sky; / The moon mysteriously / Through filmy haze is sinking; / The Star of Love is winking / Above the darkling hill, / And in the abyss so still / Things formless, fascinating, / Come flying, animating / The silence of the night, — / They bring the Spring’...»