A butterfly attracts to flame –No other force can come above it.For love I longed so much the same,That land where I'd be called beloved,Where any day’s beyond compare,Where I would fear no storm, no thunder…Love beautiful, a land...

Вот случай, когда довелось перевести чуть ли не дословно, почти без привнесенного смысла, а хорошо ли это, я сомневаюсь. Тем не менее, выношу на суд...The CliffOnce a little golden cloud was sleepingOn a cliff’s wide chest till early m...

From childhoodI’m small, my throat seized by angina, It's silently snowing outside,And daddy is singing: “Like nowadays,Does Oleg the Prophet decide…” ***I’m hearing the poem and crying,Attempting to hide shameful tears,...

In the house there will be no oneBut the duskiness; alone,Winter day will still be showingThrough the curtains left undrawn.Only snow lumps will be reelingIn a white and flashy spin,Only roofs, and snow, and reallyNo one el...

SpringtimeSpringtime, my street is where an elm astonished grows,Where houses fear a fall, where space is scared and wary,Where air is blue like bed sheets with the clothesThat a discharging patient gets to carry,Where nights a...

Of desert lands the freedom planter,Before the star I rose to sow;Into the soil enslaved and scanterMy pure and guiltless hand would throwThe seeds of vigor and fruition –But only wasted good ambitionAnd time and labor doing so…...

Ледяное сердцеЯ мерзну, мерзну, вот беда,Я весь из снега, весь из льда.Молю, ответь мне, как же быть,Как снег и лед мне растопить?Глотать готов я пламень; ноКоль лишь любови сужденоМеня согреть - тогда я радТерпеть и да...

Фазы ЛуныЯ слыхала однажды, что будто луна По ночам птицей Феникс летает одна;Будто парус по ветру, плывет в небесахИ у ивы плакучей лежит на руках;На востоке, на западе, всюду видна,В кронах многих деревьев вьет гнезда она....

CyclopsMy sense and speech at once erasing,At you my only eye is gazing:A single eye is on my head.Had mighty fortune so intended,Had I a hundred eyes instead,By a hundred you would be attended. ***Язык и ум тер...

A beauty before a mirrorObserve the charming dear as artfully she setsThe flowers in her hair to frame her face; eye-pleasing,Plays with her ringlets, and the faithful glass reflectsThe smiling look, all proud, mischievous, and teasing...