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!
«Night in my own vast town — night / I slip the sleeping house — take flight / Others take me for daughter, bride / Yet I know only — night. / The July wind brushes my path before / A song from someone’s window — hardly at all / And now the wind will blow — till dawn / T...»
«You imagined me. Such isn’t in the world, / Such in the world can’t be. / Neither the doctor cannot heal, nor the poet, — / The shadow of the ghost the day and night is worrying you. / We met in that incredible year, / When the forces of the world had also dried out. / Everything w...»
«There is a beauty in your wine's dark stream, / In wholesome bread that's rising in the oven, / A woman that you see in anguished dreams / And joyously possess once waiting's over. But how to stake a claim on sunsets' tint, / When silence's joined by an unearthly mercy, / The sky is slowl...»
«O beautiful the wine in love with us! / The good bread in the oven — for us baking! / And that woman, who gave torment and fuss. / Whom now we can enjoy — for just the taking! But what to do with this rose sunset over / A sky becoming cold as hues disperse. / Where silence and unearth...»