Like winds of seas, you toss the shutters,
Like winds of deserts, you sing: «Behold!
You're mine for ever! I'm ancient Clutter,
Your old, good fellow, — unlock your hold!»
I dare not open, I hold the shutters,
I hold the shutters and hide my fright.
I keep and cherish, I keep with flutter
My love — my treasure, my last day light.
The sightless Chaos laughs, calls and moans:
«You'll die in irons — pull off this stuff!
You can be happy, you are alone,
Bliss lies in freedom — and in Non-Love.»
I grow colder and try a prayer,
I'm hardly able my love to pray...
My hands get weaker, I've lost warfare,
My hands get weaker... I will obey!
З. В.
Как ветер мокрый, ты бьешься в ставни,
Как ветер черный, поешь: ты мой!
Я древний хаос, я друг твой давний,
Твой друг единый, — открой, открой!
Держу я ставни, открыть не смею,
Держусь за ставни и страх таю.
Храню, лелею, храню, жалею
Мой луч последний — любовь мою.
Смеется хаос, зовет безокий:
Умрешь в оковах, — порви, порви!
Ты знаешь счастье, ты одинокий,
В свободе счастье — и в Нелюбви.
Охладевая, творю молитву,
Любви молитву едва творю...
Слабеют руки, кончаю битву,
Слабеют руки... Я отворю!
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«Life is a lie with enchanting anguish, / And that’s what makes it so powerful: / With its crude hand it writes / Lethal letters. Every time I close my eyes, I say, / “Let the heart be disturbed. / Life might be a lie, but even life, sometimes, / Garnishes its deception with pleasure...»
«For my sister Shura Ah, so many cats in the world, / You and I could never count them. / The heart dreams of sweet peas, / And a blue star is ringing. Whether awake, delirious, or just waking up, / I remember this from long ago— / A kitten was purring on the couch, / Looking at me wi...»
«Ah, hell, what a blizzard! / It’s hammering white nails into the roof. / But I’m not afraid — it’s in my fate / That my hapless heart nails me to you.»