Ah, you azure globule,
planet very sad.
You and I, what’s doing?
What’s it all about?
We all squelch through gore
instead of doing more...
Rivers brimmed with love
over you might flow.
Ах ты, шарик голубой,
грустная планета,
что ж мы делаем с тобой,
для чего все это?!
Всё мы топчемся в крови,
а ведь мы могли бы...
Реки, полные любви,
по тебе текли бы.
«Black as the pupil of an eye, sucking at light / like the pupil of an eye, I love you, far-sighted night. Give me the voice to sing of you, godmother of every hymn, / you in whose hand lie the bridles of the four winds. Calling on you, extolling you, I am no more than / a shell where the sea...»
«The heavens are low and drear, / But my spirit is high, it’s known. / You and I are so strangely near, / And each of us is alone. Pitiless is the path I have trod / And it leads me to death and the grave. / But I love myself as I do God, / And it’s love that my soul shall save. And...»
«I am exhausted by a weariness, / My soul wounded is, in blood... / Is there compassion really not on us, / Is there indeed on us no love? We do fulfill a will that is too strict, / As shadows, softly, trace without, ...»
«Someone says: "Form? Nonsense! / When shit is poured into crystal, / Does the glass become less pure?" Another objects: "Fool! / If the best wine is poured into a chamber pot / It won’t make people more likely to drink it." The dispute can’t be resolved... Such a pity! / Indeed, it i...»