The moon's still out.
Night has still not budged,
just ruling, unaware
that day is coming to,
albeit lazily and timidly.
Ray after ray creeps out of cloud,
though night in majesty
still shines across the sky.
Just give it three or four more moments
and night will dissipate,
while in its blinding fullness
day will show itself and claim the earth.
На небе месяц — и ночная
Еще не тронулася тень,
Царит себе, не сознавая,
Что вот уж встрепенулся день, —
Что хоть лениво и несмело
Луч возникает за лучом,
А небо так еще всецело
Ночным сияет торжеством.
Но не пройдет двух-трех мгновений,
Ночь испарится над землей,
И в полном блеске проявлений
Вдруг нас охватит мир дневной...
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«What a hand, as airborne as fire, / Leads my passion lest I turn astray? / Not the stone firm my feet inquire / But a vatic water play... Spirit wounded by the sharp pilasters, / Bees of candles stinging darkness sores... / Pierced hearts are blossoming like asters / With the evergolden...»
«Helix stairs. Put away the fear. / Light of mind... the boundless unlocks. / Shadows of saints are shining here, / Flap of feathers, screeches of white flocks. Far below, in temples, the undying / Litany; the earthly sighs' repeat. / I am treading an arête of diamond, / Spires of cathe...»
«Underground... Graven ossuaries. / Choir echo; vigil chants and pleas. / Rustling leaves of palms and rosemaries, / Scent of candle wax. Decay and peace... Here are cathedrals' roots of stone. / Here I am summoned, dust and fume; / Be a seed, dissolve in crumbling loam, / Rise as a cath...»