It’s dark…
The bastard street lamp’s run away
And wine
Has, like a sea squall, made my frail ship sway.
In the dark
I grab at a telegraph pole for support.
I feel fine
But something’s gone wrong with my leg.
It’s all
Unsteady and dancing around in a jig
And the wall
Keeps walking into my guts.
You slob!
Who dares call me a slob? What a creep
to call me,
The noblest soul on earth, a drunken pig.
I’ll kill
Yer. But never mind, feller
I’ll first fill
My glass because the stars have said
I must.
Oh, I feel weak and my legs are giving way…
I think I’ll just
Lie on the roadside and snore
Or roar…
I’m forty years old. I’m a fool, and I’m poor
But before
I die I’d like my old soak’s body
To be sure
It will be buried deep and dwell
On the shore
For Charon’s boat’s already borne me off to hell.
Farewell.
Let me sleep. I’ll sleep like a log.
by Саша Чёрный a.k.a Алекса́ндр Миха́йлович Гли́кберг
(Sasha Chorny a.k.a. Aleksandr Mikhailovich Glikberg)
(1909)
translated by Bernard Meare
Ночная песня пьяницы
Темно…
Фонарь куда-то к черту убежал!
Вино
Качает толстый мой фрегат, как в шквал…
Впотьмах
За телеграфный столб держусь рукой.
Но, ах!
Нет вовсе сладу с правою ногой:
Она
Вокруг меня танцует – вот и вот…
Стена
Всё время лезет прямо на живот.
Свинья!!
Меня назвать свиньею? Ах, злодей!
Меня,
Который благородней всех людей?!
Убью!
А, впрочем, милый малый, бог с тобой –
Я пью,
Но так уж предназначено судьбой.
Ослаб…
Дрожат мои колени – не могу!
Как раб,
Лежу на мостовой и ни гу-гу…
Реву…
Мне нынче сорок лет – я нищ и глуп.
В траву
Заройте наспиртованный мой труп.
В ладье
Уже к чертям повез меня Харон…
Adieu!
Я сплю, я сплю, я сплю со всех сторон…
1909
Chorny (Aleksandr Mikhailovich Glikberg) was the son of a provincial pharmacist. His poetry, which appeared in the magazine Satyrikon from 1908 to 1911, displays a brilliant satirical gift and is bitingly contemptuous of the hypocrisy of bourgeois society. Clearly, Vladimir Mayakovsky learned much from him; some of their poems are similar, not only in intonation, but even in form.
Biographical information about Chorny, p.84, ‘Twentieth Century Russian Poetry’ (1993), compiled by Yevgeny Yevtushenko (ed. Albert C. Todd and Max Hayward) , published by Fourth Estate Limited by arrangement with Doubleday of Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group Inc. (transcribed as found in the original text).
In 1920 Chorny emigrated to Vilnius and then to Berlin and Paris, where he continued to write and engage in publishing. He died after straining his heart while helping his neighbours put out a fire.
Chorny’s poetry was not published in the USSR from 1925 to 1960, with the exception of some of his collection of poems for children. His greatest posthumous recognition came through Dmitri Shostakovich’s composition Satires (1960) for soprano voice and piano, which wss based on a cycle of five of his poems. We recognize some intonations and reflections of Chorny in the post-perestroika generation, full of bitter irony and scepticism.
Additional information: Alexander Mikhailovich Glikberg (Алекса́ндр Миха́йлович Гли́кберг; 13 October [O.S. 1 October] 1880 – 5 July 1932), better known as Sasha Chorny or Cherny (Са́ша Чёрный), was a Russian poet, satirist and children’s writer.
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