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Gdy z nieprzejrzanej życia toni…

Когда из темной бездны жизни...

Gdy z nieprzejrzanej życia toni
Mój duch widzący mknął w przestrzenie,
Na pogrzebowej ceremonii
Brzmiało żałobnie błogie pienie.

I w zawodzeniu nieustannym
Nad trumną kłoniąc się wokoło
Żałobne całowały panny
Usta i blade moje czoło.

Pomny więc na szczęśliwe lata,
Ze świetlistego nieboskłonu
Wróciłem znów do granic świata
Ukoić miłość opuszczoną.

Kwiatami napełniłem niwy,
Przejrzystym blaskiem śpiewne zdroje,
By pocałunek ludziom żywym
Oddały wonne usta moje.

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To M. M. Chichagov / / Like a dog that strains on heavy halter / Rifle yaps across the forest now, / Bee-like, buzzing shrapnel doesn’t falter, / Gathering bright red honey from the bough. / / In the distance, though, "Hurrah" is sounding / Like the reapers’ singing wh...

The tip of willow tree was blackened...

The tip of willow tree was blackened, / For rooks protruded from its crown, / In azure sky-dale there they slackened - / The sheepish clouds grazed on its down. / And you, with gaze of resignation, / Announced: "I am in love with you." / Like sea was grass’s oscillation, / At one...


How thick, how wingless an evening! / A sunset like a cracked melon. / / You almost want to shove / those limp clouds along. / / Slow evenings like this, / coachmen whip their horses to a gallop, / / Fishermen tear at the waves with their oars, / woodsmen chop like mad / / ...

It Wasn’t Living

It wasn’t living, I wasted / half my life / - and then, Lord, You came to me / like this, in an impossible dream. / / I see light on Mount Tabor / and my heart hurts / with love for the land and the sea / and the whole tree-dark dream of existence, / / My heart hurts tha...

Did I Murder My Father

Did I murder my father, murder my mother, / in some other life ? / Yes, oh immortal, eternal God, yes! or how / could I deserve this disgrace of suffering? / / I lead a life as peaceful as death, / everything I do belongs to someone else, nothing / to me-except a languid, worthless, /...

The Dark-Blue Star

Your tormenting, wonderful, / inevitable beauty / ripped me out of my thin, / miserable, puling life, / / And I died. And I saw / a flame no one ever saw / before; my eyes went black, but I saw / a dark-blue star. / / A song: soft, then loud, then soft: / body and soul meltin...