To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars:
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn't been.
Войди!
Подошел я к лесу, там дрозд
Пел -- да как!
Если в поле был еще сумрак,
В лесу был мрак.
Мрак такой, что пичуге
В нем не суметь
Половчей усесться на ветке,
Хоть может петь.
Последний закатный луч
Погас, когда
Песнь зажег надолго
В груди дрозда.
Я слушал. В колонном мраке
Дрозд не иссяк,
Он словно просит войти
В скорбь и мрак.
Я вышел вечером к звездам,
В лесной провал.
Не войду, даже если бы звали, -
А никто не звал.
Перевод А. Сергеева
Home Burial
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,
Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.
She took a doubtful step and then undid it
To raise herself and look again. He spoke
Advancing toward her: "What is it you see?
From up there always? -- for I want to know."
She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,
And her face turned from terrified to dull.
He said to gain time: "What is it you see?"
Mounting until she cowered under him.
"I will find out now -- you must tell me, dear".
She, in her place, refused him any help,
With the least stiffening of her neck and silence.
She let him look, sure that he wouldn't see,
Blind creature; and awhile he didn't see.
But at last he murmured, "Oh", and again, "Oh".
"What is it -- what?" she said.
"Just that I see".
"You don't", she challenged. "Tell me what it is".
"The wonder is I didn't see at once.