Here’s the rain crashing down,
time has stopped.
The clocks go on helplessly knocking.
Grow, grass, you don’t need time.
Speak, Holy Spirit, you don’t need words.
Вот грянул дождь,
Остановилось время.
Часы беспомощно стучат.
Расти, трава, тебе не надо время.
Дух Божий, говори, тебе не надо слов.
«It is my last appeal to You — appear. / Let's share a feast of nightly inspiration! / Magnificent, o raise me up so near / To pinnacle where doom befell creation. Yield one last time! In life there is no course / Like farewells so holy, yet rough-watered. / As if my heart is a Lamb to ...»
«How mighty Time strives like a river, / Oh men, your deeds its current brings, / Negates and drowns in oblivion, / Outlasts all countries, realms and kings. / Remains are few, and if a lyre / Unbent sings "fame", or trumpet blasts / Infinity makes pride expire. / No swaying Fate, all w...»
«They gave themselves to sad monotonous / tasks, until their strength was spent. / Half-dead among them, only I / distracted their predicament. They looked at me and they forgot / their bubbling kettles boiling dry, / the boots of felt that scorched on stoves / — all listening to my po...»
«Those poems that I wrote and forgot / and burnt before I could forget them — / there are not enough hammers and chisels / to knock them down and beat them down. Those poems that I shouted out on the radio / and published in the newspaper: / better for me to have silenced them, so to spe...»