Cast prostrate, in mourning,
Wingless, self-scorning,
Grief in a gust
Flings us, dust upon dust.
We desire not, we dare not,
We believe not, we care not,
No wisdom has worth.
God, do thou dower us,
Kindle, empower us,
Give of thy mirth.
From the languor that clings
Give us wings! Give us wings!
Wings of thy Spirit.
Ниц простертые, унылые,
Безнадежные, бескрылые,
В покаянии, в слезах,—
Мы лежим во прахе прах,
Мы не смеем, не желаем,
И не верим, и не знаем,
И не любим ничего.
Боже, дай нам избавленья,
Дай свободы и стремленья,
Дай веселья Твоего.
О, спаси нас от бессилья,
Дай нам крылья, дай нам крылья,
Крылья духа Твоего!
«I watch the scooter's flight / And feel my envy growing! / My eyes are hot and bright / With summer's quick tears flowing. A girl with winning smile / Clings closely to the rider. / A humpy sluggish snail / Do I appear beside her. Farewell! Ride at your ease / To where green summits ...»
«Our sacred craft has existed / For thousands of years.... / With it, luminous even in darkness is earth. / But no poet has ever insisted, / Through laughter or tears, / That there is no wisdom, no age, no death.»
«In all the world no people are so tearless. / So proud, so simple as are we. / 1922 In lockets for a charm we do not wear it, / In verse about its sorrows do not weep, / With Eden's blissful vales do not compare it, / Untroubled does it leave our bitter sleep. / To traffic in it is a t...»
«From the cycle POEMS OF MIDNIGHT You spoke at last... / No wooer on bended knees / Those words, those fateful words would thus have spoken... / You said them like a captive who has broken / His chains, and fled, and through the blur of tears / A virgin grove of nodding birches sees. / T...»