A strange alarm weighs on my heart,
Delirium of premonitions.
I look ahead and the road is dark
And perhaps there is no road.
But I cannot touch with any words
What is living in me — and in silence.
I do not dare to feel it:
It's like a dream. A dream within a dream.
O, my incomprehensible alarm!
It's more exhausting day by day.
And I know that the grief on the threshold now,
All that grief is not only for me.
На сердце непонятная тревога,
Предчувствий непонятных бред.
Гляжу вперед — и так темна дорога,
Что, может быть, совсем дороги нет.
Но словом прикоснуться не умею
К живущему во мне — и в тишине.
Я даже чувствовать его не смею:
Оно как сон. Оно как сон во сне.
О, непонятная моя тревога!
Она томительней день ото дня.
И знаю: скорбь, что ныне у порога,
Вся эта скорбь — не только для меня!
«Every second of our time together / We exulted, as if it were epiphany, / We two alone in the world. Lighter / And braver than a bird’s wing, / You flew down the stairs / Like dizziness, skipping half of them, / Through wet lilacs into your realm / On the other side of the mirror. ...»
«Here, a house once stood. Inside, some old man / lived with a child. And now the house is gone. A hundred kilo bomb — the earth, blacker than black. / A home, now none. That’s war; what can be done? On a heap of gray rags, a samovar gleams. / A dresser, nearby a horse. Above the horse, ...»
«The gun battery was over there, behind that hill. / We cannot hear it, but its thunder remains still, / around us, the corpses lie beneath the snow, / and in the icy air, their arms are still flailing. / Who would dare to trample this field now? / Today, the dead ones rise again. Now they...»
«I bid farewell to everything I was, / everything I despised, disliked, and loved. And now, a new life begins, / I bid farewell to yesterday’s skin. About me, I no longer need any news. / I bid goodbye — right to the marrow. At last, I look down on what I was, / see my separate soul, n...»