ВАЛЕРИЙ БРЮСОВ
‘МУЧИТЕЛЬНЫЙ ДАР’
VLERIY BRYUSOV
‘THE TORTUROUS GIFT’
With most tortures gift
By the gods I’ve been granted,
Having almost approached
Obscure gift enigmatic.
And, thus, did I just stray
In disquiet unstable,
Carrying deeply in heart
Expectation unable.
And am now to hear
Sounds distant and alien;
And my pace will replace
Fateful speech of the lamias.
But, despite vain intent
Walls unseen, that are parting,
I am raising my hands, -
Act of futile confronting…
And the Earth is so strange,
Whilst the skies – out-of-bounds,
For the dreams are for good –
Unattainable sound.
Valeriy Bryusov The torturous gift
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