Afanasy Fet
- The Aerial City, by Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky
(At daybreak there spread through the heavens...) - The Aerial City, by Hugh MacDiarmid
(At the peep o day in the lift forgether...)
«They bring a bouquet of thistles / And put it on the table. / Before me, a fire, a turmoil. / The purple dance of flames. / These sharp-pointed stars, / These splashes of northern lights. / Tambourines thunder and moan. / Lanterns burst from inside. / This too is a way of making worl...»
«In broad-brimmed hats, wearing long coats, / With notebooks full of your poems, / You have scattered long since into dust / Like branches of dry lilac. You are in the country without ready-made shapes, / Where all is disjointed, mixed up, broken, / Where instead of the sky there is o...»
«Time’s river in its rushing course / carries away all human things, / drowns in oblivion’s abyss / peoples and kingdoms and their kings. And if the trumpet or the lyre / should rescue something, small or great, / eternity will gulp it down / and it will share the common fate.»
«O Thou Eternal One! whose presence bright / All space doth occupy, all motions guide; / Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight; / Thou only God! There is no God beside! / Being of all beings! Mighty One! / Whom none could comprehend and none explore; / Who fillst existence with ...»