O RAIN, O RAIN HEAVY AND DISMAL

- on the pavements dancing water! -
Drunk, bared, free, bacchanalian,
- but with black mask - you are dancing
the pointless dance of sorrow.

O mirth disguised! you with cheerfulness disguised grief!
o happy crying! and dance under sobbing cymbals!
- and night conceived in gloom, but with blazing -white
rain illuminated - Rain! o clown in funeral carnivals!

And you are flying - beams and laughter, - and you are white, crazy,
on the pavements dancing water! -
night rain, drifted in noisy dance
over catafalque black of the city.

Geo Milev

A monk

Dark eve: dark shadows in the dark garden
sweet whisper over leaves, whisper under leaves
for a long time that evening I stared in the dark garden
and perplexed sinful thoughts of my heart in the silence.


Dark night- and dark shadows in her garden
sweet whisper over leaves, whisper under leaves
hidden joys - born in her garden,
sorrowful memories- born in my heart in the silence.

.....................
Geo Milev

sensation

I would love my happiness,
as well as accidental joys,
I would adorn in voluptuousness
the dream of all my prime days,
in every sweet hour of sacrament
I would take from my brief joys


if I were in this world only one,
not among smiles without sympathy,
if there was not behind every happiness
hidden fear,
if I was not alone
me baptized with the bitterly sacrament
of yellow neurasthenic spleen.

..................
Geo Milev

IN...

Ich liebe die hektischen, schlanken
Nazrzissen mit blutrotem Mund...
Felix Dormann

In this hour of nocturnal deceptions,
I don't say a word and sadly foreshadow,
I have a foreboding that what I love,
is sick hope in my soul:

I love the neurotic, ill
daffodils with mouths bleeding -
in twilight rooms, with no will,
forsaken in loneliness and fear -

I love those unfeeling
emeralds - green and moon -
dreams sore-stringed, distant,
bent in sunny lagoons -

I love the snakes rapt
in wild dancing - so cool, so bright -
I love the autumn fields
with stains motley and burning -

And those women melancholic,
with faces weary and pale
- I love the sick smiles,
their laugh at the presence of tedious poets -

I love the edifices on fire
- among horror, and eve, and storm -
and their dreadful radiance
of old drains in the azure -

I love everything which
is crimson in mournful canticle -
and morbidly sprinkles the heart
with sobbing crystal ash:

- the way you, weird! divining!
you entangle with smiling eyes
my soul in netting tendering
from amorous silent lassitude.

....................
Geo Milev

diary

TOO LATE IS NOW. FAREWELL.
(Because I love you so!)
But with passion I won't adorn you.
(I am faded. Too much.)
It's late already. Everything.
The day. The night. And I. And You.
And the late smile,
spilled in sorrow along the vases
of your gaze...

Vain night!
My heart waits no secret.
(I or this wane night -
but the dimness is infinite!)
I understand. I know. No secret.
Too late is it by now.

...................
Geo Milev