B.Pasternak, I Grew Up, Was As Ganimed... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Boris Pasternak

I grew up. Was as Ganimed
Carried away by foul weather, dreams.
As wings the troubles widely raised
And tore me out of the fields.

I grew up. And the woven twilights
As veil had covered me all over.
With a parting wish in winy glasses,
With a ring of goblet melancholical.

I grew up, and here the heat of forearms
Was cooled by the embraces of the eagle.
The days are far, when as a forerunner,
My love, you floated above me.

But aren't we in just the same skies?
The pleasure of the height is real,
That, as a self-requemized swan, high
Shoulder to shoulder you are with eagle.

1913,1928