and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries.
When the burdocks rustle in the ravine
and the yellow-red rowanberry cluster droops
I compose happy verses
about life’s decay, decay and beauty.
I come back. The fluffy cat
licks my palm, purrs so sweetly
and the fire flares bright
on the saw-mill turret by the lake.
Only the cry of a stork landing on the roof
occasionally breaks the silence.
If you knock on my door
I may not even hear.
It’s northerly here, and fall of this year,I chose to be my girl-friend.I’ve carried here the memory sureOf my last rejecting a date –The flame, so cold, so easy and pure,Of my overcoming the fate.
Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,And hearts be burst asunder with the love.And friendship, too, is powerless plot,And so years of bliss with noble tends,When your heart is free and known not,The slow languor of the earthy sense.And they who strive to reach this edge are mad,But they who reached are shocked…
And the old chief perceived this city proud,He’d seen in times that are in sagas sung.Set all to fire! The king listed elseThe towers, the gates, the temples – rich and thriving…But sank in thoughts, and said with lighted face,‘You just provide the Bard Home’s surviving.’
Or only when the sunsets fadeBe mourned serenely in my thought?All is for you: the daily prayer,The sleepless heat at night,And of my verses, the whiteFlock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.No-one was more cherished, no-one torturedMe more, notEven the one who betrayed me to torture,Not even the one who caressed me and forgot.
I entered quiet homeIn murky, pail moonlight.Under a lamp’s green halo,With smile of kept in rage,My friend said, ‘Cinderella,Your voice is very strange…’A cricket plays its fiddle;A fire-place grew black.Oh, someone took my littleWhite shoe as a keep-sake,And gave me three carnations,While casting dawn eyes -.My sins for accusations,You couldn’t be disguised.And heart hates to…
To stroll broad avenues in the seashore gardenFull of the wind and the sun.Even the dead, today, have agreed to come,And the exiles, into my house.Lead the child to me by the hand.Long I have missed him.I shall eat blue grapes with those who are dead,Drink the icedWine, and watch the gray waterfall pourOn to…
