Я вас любил (Иосиф Бродский на английском)
I loved you (Joseph Brodsky in english)
I loved you. Love is still (but maybe
no more than pain) is drilling brains of mine,
All’s broken to the pieces to the hell. I
tried to shoot myself, but it is complicated
with guns. And then, the temples:
In which to cave. It’s spoiled not by trembling
But musing. Hell! That is not humanly!
I loved you, so much and so hopelessly
God send it being again with you: but not.
He, being capable of everything in world,
Will never make it twice (and even after Parmenides)
That burning breast and that wide-boned rustle,
When fillings in the jaw are fused because of thirst.
To touch the burst, I’m striking out — mouth.