Samstag, April 28, 2007
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur
Therell be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Mittwoch, April 25, 2007
Freitag, April 20, 2007
Samstag, April 14, 2007
Звон колокольный и яйца на блюде
Easter in April
Eggs on a plate warmed the soul with delight
And ringing of bells.
What is more radiant than Easter in April, People, pray tell?
Rays are caressing the grass, from the street
Phrases and words...
Quietly I wander from porch to the barn,
Waves of Easter ringing, external dawn,
Like glow in the sky,
Sound of a gramophone of our neighbors
From kitchen follows it endlessly woeful
Much has gone on, oh yes much has gone on..
The past, fall down!
No, I don't get help from eggs on the dish!
It's late... Gone are the rays..
What is more hopeless than Easter in April,
People, please say?
Poem by Marina Tsvetayeva (1910), both the original and an English. translation (I'm currently obsessed with her poetry and writings - there's something in them - the depth of feeling maybe - that speaks directly to my soul).
I've always been a bit uneasy about Easter. On one hand it is a hopeful holiday, but there's also something in the spring air that makes you feel so vulnerable...
Photo: our Easter eggs on Easter festive table.(last Sunday)