Russian Poetry

Do you know any russian sonnets or poems? If you don't, I want like you to read one of them. This's my favourite sonnet, "Moonlight" written by the famous russian poet Konstantin Balmont. I think every Russian user knows this poem because it's really beautiful! Hope you'll love it:


As soon as Moon fleshed flashed??? through dark of night
With its thin sickle, so gentle and brilliant,
Another world is craved with all my heart,
Bewitched by all that is boundless and distant.

To woods, to peaks, by dazzling snows covered!
Like a sick spirit, I’m in a dreamy flight.
I’m waked up for the world, the peaceful one and quiet one,
And mildly cry and breathe with fresh Moonlight.

I greedily drink this ever-palled no such English word.  Closest one I can think of of is "pallid" or "paled" which is oxymoron to the next word, brightness, --
A tinny elf – I swing in nets of rays,
I hear what tells me the in utter silence.

I am afar from all my people’s fussiness,
I am a stranger for all earthly strains,
I’m a breath of wind, a cloud far in highness.

I did not try to correct except for the obvious grammar and spelling since I don't know Russian.  Anyway, this was translated by Yevgeny Bonver. A run through from Google translator, it came up with the following.  Not too bad for a mechanical translator.  Ralph...  Any comment?

When the moon sparkle in the mist of the night

His sickle, brilliant and tender,

My soul seeks another world,

Captured all remote, all boundless.

For forests, the mountains,

To the tops of snow-white

I'm racing in dreams,

As if the spirit of the patient,

I will hasten peace serene,

And sweetly weep, and breathe - the moon.

Imbibe a pale radiance,

As an elf,

Swing in a grid of beams,

I listen to,

As the silence.

People loved me far from suffering,

Is alien to me the whole earth with his struggle,

I am - a little cloud, I - breath of wind.