Darling - Joseph Brodsky

Дорогая - Иосиф Бродский, на английском языке

Darling, I came out of home too late tonight
To breath with fresh air blowing from the ocean.
Sunset was burning down in parquet like Chinese fan
And like a piano’s fall cloud was curling

Forth of century back you had liking of Lulah and dates,
Painted with ink in the notepad, singed a little bit,
entertained with me, but then fallen in love with engineer-chemist
and, according to letters, got very stupid.

Now you are seen in the churches of province and of mitropolia
At the funerals of common friends coming round like solid chain
And I’m happy that in the world there are distances more
Incredible, then between us and the same.

Don’t get twisted. With your voice, body and name
nothing is till connected; nobody destroyed it,
But to forget one life human needs as a minimum
One more life. And I outlasted this part.

You’re so lucky: where else, except photographs
you will always be with no wrinkles, young, cheerful, jeering?
Cause the time, connected with memory, find out it’s powerlessness
I am smoking in dark and inhale the punk of the ebb tide.