На дне морском подводные растенья
Распространяют бледные листы,
И тянутся, растут как привиденья,
В безмолвии угрюмой темнотыю
Их тяготит покой уединенья,
Их манит мир безвестной высоты,
Им хочется любви, лучей, волненья,
Им снятся ароматные цветы.
Но нет пути в страну борьбы и света,
Молчит кругом холодная вода.
Акулы проплывают иногда.
Ни проблеска, ни звука, ни привета,
И сверху посылает зыбь морей
Лишь трупы и обломки кораблей.
«Over the meadows, beyond the mountains, / there once lived a painter called Klee, / and he sat on his own on a path / with various bright-coloured crayons. He drew rectangles and he drew hooks, / an imp in a light-blue shirt, / Africa, stars, a child on a platform, / wild beasts where S...»
«You're not alone. You haven't died, / while you still,beggar-woman at your side, / take pleasure in the grandeur of the plain, / the gloom, the cold,the whirlwinds of snow. In sumptuous penury, in mighty poverty / live comforted and at rest — / your days and nights are blest, / your s...»
«I'll say this in a whisper, in draft, / because it's early yet: / we have to pay / with experience and sweat / to learn the sky's free play. And under purgatory's temporal sky / we easily forget: / the dome of heaven / is a home / to praise forever, wherever.»
«I am deprived of everything, / of health, of will, of air, of sleep. / A vengeful God has let me keep / just you — to keep me praying to Him.»