Your sad star
Was briefly my joy:
It sparkled and fell
To the earth, a dark stone.
Your sad soul
Did not dare to love a smile,
And rushing from me,
It put on a black shroud.
But I joined my fate
To yours forever, in one hope:
Wherever you are, I am with you,
And I love you as before.
Твоя печальная звезда
Недолго радостью была мне:
Чуть просверкнула, — и туда,
На землю, — пала темным камнем.
Твоя печальная душа
Любить улыбку не посмела
И, от меня уйти спеша,
Покровы черные надела.
Но я навек с твоей судьбой
Связал мою — в одной надежде.
Где б ни была ты — я с тобой,
И я люблю тебя, как прежде.
«Heaviness, tenderness — sisters — your marks are the same. / The wasps and the honey bees suck at the heavy rose. / Man dies, heat drains from the once warm sand, / and on a black bier they carry off yesterday's sun. Oh, you tender nets and you heavy honeycombs, / Easier to lift a ston...»
«Take from my palms some sun to bring you joy / and take a little honey — so the bees / of cold Persephone commanded us. No loosing of the boat that is not moored, / no hearing of the shadow shod in fur, / no overcoming fear in life's dense wood. And kisses are all that's left us now, / ...»
«People? What do I care about people? / A peasant leading a bull; / A market woman, squatting — all / Breasts and legs, no waist, a shawl. And nature? Here's nature for you — / Rain and cold, or heat. / And tedium in all seasons, / Like the buzzing of a gnat. Of course, there are di...»
«If you want to live, then live... / Even if it means swinging a pick, Shoveling coal, or working with metal, / Or hauling barges on the mighty river, / With a "heave away!" ... / It's all dream stuff. / No one needs these arms of ...»