And it may be not God but someone like His designeeTaking you to his face as his eyes aren't keen to see,Like a dried dead bee, like a pebble naked -His breath rich like liquor of well tested quality, Like a thick old spirit of wonderful q...

ДомоседМеня чудесная тропаМанила сквозь забор.Сказала мама как-то раз:Пойди по ней - придешь сейчасК молочнику во двор.(Так дома и сижу с тех пор.)***THERE was a road ran past our house Too lovely to...

His lips melt in a kind of a smirkThat would flatter even the crownedAs he picks with the tip of his forkOf my "love you" the trembling soundAnd declares that it tastes divineWith the tease in his honey-sweet eyes.And...

Doesn't inspirit. Or have me. Or call my name. Done, thrown away. Picked by roadside wind like a flower.Eyes disengage, or are simply cut-off from power.Waiter, please bring me my check as the ultimate claim.All epilogues are lies. All...

Я посмотрела здесь несколько переводов этой вещи и меня смущает, что во всех этих переводах утрачены слова "By contrast" и "Informing". При чем здесь контраст, и о чем "информирует" нас несчастье (misery)? Я могу и неправильн...

“I got over you, last spring.” “I’ll be darned! Is that right?”“You should read news sites.” “Your sites I haven’t read.”And he laughs. And each following word is a parasite:Choking me, they rise in the throat, born dead, “I got over y...

Перевела, как сама понимаю это диалектическое стихотворение. Если "Свобода" противопоставляется "Верности", а верность "Свободе" - это отказ от "Верности", то перевести такое очень сложно. :)Freedom is a...

Я, дважды умерев, живу.Когда пробьет мой часИ я к бессмертью воззову -Придет ли третий раз,Немыслимый, как океан,Как тяжесть тех смертей?Разлука - все, в чем рай нам дан,И вся боль ада в ней.***My life close...

Neva Petrovna, lions as beforeAre dutifully guarding you in silence.No woman ever made me so excited,You are the first. I feel it ever more.Wait, wait a minute, don't speed up on me,I don't intend to lay some praise upon you:A...

In my gigantic city at – nightI left my home far out of my – sight,To guess: a wife, a daughter, they might.But I remember just one thing: night.The summer wind would sweep my path – clean,Some distant music can’t quite stay - in....