A loafer, wandering around, -
No matter where, I’m pining bored.
The mill is drowsing on the mound.
Here, years can pass without a word.
Above the dodder, all dried up,
A bee glides gently in the breeze,
I call the mermaid by the pond,
But the mermaid’s long deceased.
The pond is shallow now, enclosed
And covered up with rusty slime,
Over the shaking aspen boughs
The crescent moon begins to shine.
Damp scent of poplar-trees is spreading.
I notice everything anew.
I’m silent. Silently, I’m ready
To be transformed, earth, into you.
By the early sunrise seized,
I sing of love aloud,
In the garden, on my knees
Weeding goosefoot out.
I tear it out and I hurl –
Pardon this offense.
I see a little barefoot girl
Crying by the fence.
Voice of sorrow rings and swells,
Filling me with dread,
Stronger grows the tepid smell
Of the weed now dead.
Stone, not bread, will be my prize
To accept with poise,
Up above me, just the skies,
And with me, your voice.
Nothing chains a heart to heart,
If you’d like to leave.
Many joys will life impart
On the one who’s free.
I don’t cry, complain or pout,
Mine is not a life of bliss.
Do not kiss me, all worn out, -
Death will come to kiss.
Bitter languor has been weathered
With the winter snows.
Why, o why, must you be better
Than the one I chose?
My husband beat me with the plating
Of a belt he bent in two.
With a candle, I keep waiting
On the windowsill for you.
It is dawning. Smoke is weaving,
Rising up above the forge.
O, for me, a captive grieving,
You, again, did not emerge.
It’s for you such fate I bear,
Filled with torment and ordeal,
Did you fall for someone fair?
Does a redhead now appeal?
How to mask such ringing moaning!
Heart is stifled, drunk with dread,
As the thin rays of the morning
Graze the still unrumpled bed.
When you’re drunk, you’re so much fun -
Your rambling tales make no sense.
The early fall arrived and hung
Bright yellow flags upon the elms.
In the land of fraud and guile,
We have strayed, and now, repent,
But, what are these fictitious smiles,
On our lips, so strangely bent?
Not happiness or peace of mind,
A biting torment - we pursued…
I will not leave my friend behind, -
So tender and so dissolute.
I wrote the words that lately
I wouldn’t dare to speak.
My head is dully aching,
My body’s numb and weak.
The distant horn’s subsided,
Heart’s mysteries – unknown.
First autumn snow fell lightly
Upon the croquet lawn.
Last aching thoughts will linger!
Last leaves will come undone!
I never wished to hinder
The one who's used to fun.
Dear lips - absolved at last
For jokes that hurt me so…
You’ll come to visit us
Tomorrow, through the snow.
Candles aglow, by day,
Are tender and more ardent.
They’ll bring a whole bouquet
Of roses from the garden.
Dark blue evening. Winds abate,
Lured by the light, I make my way.
I’m guessing, standing by the gate –
Who could he be? – My fiancé?...
On the porch, a silhouette,
And a quiet conversation.
Never have I ever felt
Such a languorous sensation.
Anxious poplars stir and sigh,
As their tender dreams prevail,
Burnished steel infused the sky
And the stars are dull and pale.
In the bunch of gillyflowers
There’s a secret flame embalmed
For the one who’ll take the blossoms
And caress my timid palm.
My child, I dare not, over you,
To start the blessing’s simple citation.
You’re – with your peaceful heart and view –
An Angel, bringing consolation.
Let all your days be fully clear,
As fully clear is your look now.
Amidst all fates, the world’s to bear,
Let yours be beautiful and proud.
She substituted, by a chance,
For empty "you" -- the gentle "thou";
And all my happy dreams, at once,
In loving heart again resound.
In bliss and silence do I stay,
Unable to maintain my role:
"Oh, how sweet you are!" I say --
"How I love thee!" says my soul.
Who saw the maiden on the rock --
Closed in white -- and waves around,
When, in the stormy darkness locked,
The sea was playing with the ground?
When she was every minute lit
By scarlet lights in thunder’s rattle,
And wind was ravishing and swift
In crazy flight with her white mantle?
The sea is beautiful, when rocks,
And skies -- with flashes, void of azure;
But, Lord! The maiden on the rock
Was more beautiful than nature!