Marina Tsvetayeva - Стихи К Блоку (Stikhi K Bloku) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Translation

Poems To Blok

1

A bird in the hand is your name,
An icicle on the tongue is your name,
One movement of your lips is your name,
Five letters is your name.
A ball caught in the flight it is,
A silver tambourine between the lips,

A stone, into a quiet pond thrown,
Will sob the name by which you're known.
Your loud name resonates in the light
Crackling of the hooves in the night.
And a trigger with crackling ample
Will call it back into the temple.

Your name - forbid this! -
Your name - the eyes kiss,
In tender chill of motionless eyelids
Your name - to the snow give a kiss.
Key, ice, blue gulp - deep
In your name is deep sleep.

2

A knight without reproach,
A ghost, a gentle one,
Who is it that called you
Into my life so young?

In fog greyish-blue
Dressed in a chasuble
Of snow, stand you.

Around the city
By the wind I'm chased,
For the third evening
An enemy I sensed.

The blue-eyed
Singer made of snow
Stared at me so.

The snow-white swan
Lays his down under my feet. Flow
Feathers
And slowly fall on the snow.

Thus on the feathers
I walk to the door
Behind which is death.

Beyond blue windows
He sings to me,
With far-away tambourines
He sings to me,

With far-off cry
With swan's cry -
He calls.

My dear ghost!
All's my dream, I know.
Do a good thing:
Amen, amen, scatter - go!
Amen.

3

You walk out to the Falling Sun,
Evening light in your face,
You walk out to the Falling Sun,
And the snowstorm blots out the trace.

Past the windows - passionless -
You will go in the quiet snow,
My beautiful believer in God,
Quiet to the light of my soul.

After your soul I’m not lusting!
Your footpath is inviolable.
Into the arm, white from the kisses,
I will not hammer my nail.

And I will not respond to the name,
And I will not pull with my arm,
To the sacred image of wax
I will only bow from afar.

And, standing under the snow, slow,
I will fall on my knees in the snow,
And in name of your holiness
The evening snow I will kiss -

There, where with a majestic foot
In the coffin silence you did go,
Quiet to light - holy glories -
You the all-keeper of my soul.

4

To beast - abode,
To wanderer - road
To dead one - hearse
To each - their own way.

To a woman - to fool,
To the king - to rule,
To me - to extol
Your name.

5

Cupolas are burning here in Moscow!
Bells are ringing here in Moscow!
And in row here stand coffins–
In them sleep the tsars and the queens.

And you do not know, at dawn in Kremlin
Breathing's lighter - than in all the world!
And you do not know, at dawn in Kremlin
Till I pray and sing at dawn.

And you walk on by over your Nieva
At the time, when on Moskva River
I stand and my head bow
And the lights are stuck together.

I am loving you with insomnia,
I am hearing you with insomnia -
At the time when, on the whole yard of Kremlin
Awaken those who ring..

But my river - with your river flows,
And my arm - with your arm goes
My joy – together they won't come,
Until dawn catches the dawn.

6

They thought he was a man!
And they forced him to die.
He died forevermore.
About a dead angel, cry!

She sang the evening beauty
At sundown of the day.
Shimmer hypocritically
Three waxen flames.

Rays went from him -
On the snow, hot strings!
Three candles of wax -
To the sun! Light-bearing!

O look now, how his
Dark eyelids have sunken in!
O look now, how his
Broken are the wings!

The black reader reads,
Crosses the arms idle...
The singer lies deceased
And celebrates Sunday.

7

It must be – behind that grove
Is village, where I have resided,
It may be – that love
Is lighter than I had expected.

Hey, idols, be you dead ones!
I stopped and readied the whip,
And shouting after – tight reins,
And soon the bells do sing.

On piecemeal and pitiful bread, at
Pole another pole stands.
And like wire under heaven
Sings and sings death.

8

And clouds of gadflies round indifferent nags,
And blown up with wind of dear Kaluga land,
And whistle of the quail, and the large sky overhead,
And waves of bells over the waves of bread,
And sense of German, while it will not tire,
And yellow – yellow, with blue grave attire,
And the sweet heat, and shining radiance,
And your name Angel, sounding glorious.

9

Like a weak ray through black gloom of the hells -
Thus is your voice against exploding cannonballs.

And in the thunder, just like some seraph
Announces in a voice tone-deaf -

Somewhere from foggy mornings long ago -
How he did love us blind and nameless so -

For sin - apostasy, for coat of blue…
And as most tender – deeper than all, you

Into the sunken night – for evil deeds!
For how, Russia, to love he did not cease,

And more tender than all - into the most deep
Night vanished him to do the wicked deeds!

And how near the temple with a lost finger
He draws and draws... and about this simply,

What days await us, how God will tell lies,
How you will call the sun - and it won't rise!

Thus, one on one with the prisoner
(Or child speaks in his slumber?)

Before us came - on the wide square -
The holy heart of Blok, Alexander.

10

Here is he – see – tired of foreign land,
Leader without squad.

Here – drinking handful from mountain rapids -
Prince nation without.

And all has been: mother, princehood,
The host and the bread.

Your heritage is red – so command,
Friend without friends!

11

You will remain a monk for us:
Pretty and beloved
A ritual written by hand,
Of little casket of cypress.

To all – till the last one – women,
Them, swallows, us, crowned,
To us, gold, to them, gray-haired,
All till last one – a son

You will remain – the firstborn
Rejected and forsaken
With our staff, stranger
To our early ranger.

To all of us in short lettering
At the Smolensk cemetery, cross
To seek, take everyone’s turn,
To all..........do not trust.

All - to son, all – first,
All - to heir, all - last.

12

His friends – do not disturb him!
His servants – do not disturb him!
It was clear on his face:
My kingdom is not of earth.

Wise storms circled past veins -
Stooped shoulders bent from wings,
In the singing slot, and clotted is all -
Just like a swan they missed the soul!

Fall then, fall then, heavy copper!
Wings have tasted rightly: to fly!
Lips, shouting the word: answer!
They know that this is not it – to die!

Dawn sings, sea sings – in midnight to feed
Hawking. Dirge does not serve any need!
And who commanded forever: Be! -
There for him will be bread!

13

And above the plain -
Swan's crying in vain.
Mother, did you not recognize the son?
Transcendental – he – versts,
Forgive – him – last.

And on the plain -
Wise storm.
Girl, can you not recognize a friend?
Torn robes, wing in blood...
Live! Is the last one

Above the accursed -
Beaming – the flight.
The righteous tore the soul – hosanna!
The convict took up the warm bed.
Stepson to mother's home – Amen.

14

Not a broken rib -
A broken wing.

Not to the shooters shot -
Through chest. Not to take out

This bullet. Wing can't be repaired.
He walked impaired.

--------------------

Sticky is crown of thorns on the head!
What is the noise of mob to one dead,

The swan's down of woman's flattery...
He walked, deaf and lonely,

Freezing over the sunsets
With emptiness of eyeless statues.

But one thing still lived in him:
The broken wing.

15

Without word, without call -
Like a thatcher from the roof falls.
And again, possibly,
You come - you lie in the cradle?

You burn and don't dim,
The light of several weeks..
Which of the mortals
Rocks your cradle?

The blessed heaviness!
Singing chestnut that prophesies!
Oh, who will tell
You lie in which cradle?

'So far it's not sold!'
With jealousy in my head
With a great detour
I'll walk the Russian land.

The midnight countries
Will go from end to end.
Where's the mouth, his wound,
His eyes' bluish lead?

Take him! Hold tightly!
To love him and love him only!
Who will whisper to me
In which cradle you lie?

Pearly grains,
Muslin shade full of sleep.
Not laurel but thorn -
Sharp-toothed shade of a cap.

Not angel, but bird
Opened two white wings!
And to be born once again,
That snowstorm again blew in?!

Tear him! Hold tightly!
Just don't give away! Hold high!
Oh, who will breathe to me
In which cradle you lie?

And maybe false is
My feat, and my labor futile.
How you're put in the ground,
Maybe - you'll sleep till trumpet.

The giant indenture
Of your temples - catches my sight.
Such an exhaustion -
Can't be lifted even with pipes!

Pasture of your country -
Rusty, quiet reliably.
The janitor will show me
In which cradle you lie.

16

Like drunk, like sleepy
Unawares, without caution,
The dimples of temples:
Sleepless conscience.

Empty eye sockets:
All dead and light.
Empty glass of a dreamer
And man with second sight.

Not you on
Still rustling pile of garbage
Carried out -
Returning by Hades' gorge?

Did not this,
Ringing with a silver bell,
Head flow past
The sleepy Gebr?

17

Thus, O the Lord! And this my prayer
Accept for temple's confirmation.
I sing not pleasures of my love -
I sing the wound of my nation.

Not nasty person's rusty trunk -
Granite, with people's knees rubbed coarse.
Hero and tsar given to all,
To all - a singer - righteous - corpse.

Not bashful at the coffin boards,
Breaking upon Dnieper the ices,
Russia - on Easter it does swim
In pouring streams of thousand-voices.

Thus, heart, there will be praise cry!
Let your cry – which thousand?
Jealous is the mortal love.
Happy at chorus is the other’s.

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Everyone turns to look at me
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Small and mischievous
Looked at me with trust
He was singing and laughing as he played
Laughing and playing as I walked away

If children would rule the world
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Men would have genuine smiles
And every street would be filled with singing

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When I smile, they look at me with malice

Just one small, playful, friendly child
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Looked at me with trust
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Laughing and playing as I walked away

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And every street would be filled with singing

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The girls of Venus
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you have no reason
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You are all the porn I need
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And in a second I'll explain my program to you, so
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As news, really
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You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
You are all the porn I need
All the porn
All the porn
All the porn
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So let it be, love,
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And we will follow our star together
We will surge like a tide
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Even though I don't tell you

If I make it to stay quiet this time
and enjoy this moment with nothing that interrupts us
If nobody's looking for us
I can stand up on you
You keep so stable when doubts come to me

Where are you
I think about what you must be doing
I set a time-out every time
you leave
I can pretend I entertain myself
and I don't miss you

I love you so much and I know
sometimes I forget
but I can't lose
what life gives me
And I don't know what to answer
when you don't look at me
but you know I'm ok
Even though I don't tell you

You float on the room where you're in
And I'm trying to catch you, though you say that in every one of your lives,
you would choose me
How many mouths there are that want to eat
If they just knew what you can do when everything is over

Where are you
I think about what you must be doing
I set a time-out every time
you leave
I can pretend I entertain myself
and I don't miss you

I love you so much and I know
sometimes I forget
but I can't lose
what life gives me
And I don't know what to answer
when you don't look at me
but you know I'm ok
Even though I don't tell you

Even though I don't tell you
Even though everything's over
Even though I don't tell you
This may end well
Even though I don't tell you
even though everything's over
Even though I don't tell you
this may end well

I love you so much and I know
sometimes I forget
but I can't lose
what life gives me
And I don't know what to answer
when you don't look at me
but you know I'm ok
Even though I don't tell you