God
1
Face without aspect.
Serenity. — Charm.
All who share flesh
In you are rehearsed.
Like fallen leaves,
Like loose gravel.
All who make outcry
In you are silenced.
Rime grown over rust —
Over blood — over steel.
All who lie facedown
In you are risen.
Бог
1
Лицо без обличия.
Строгость. — Прелесть.
Всé ризы делившие
В тебе спелись.
Листвою опавшею,
Щебнем рыхлым.
Всé криком кричавшие
В тебе стихли.
Победа над ржавчиной —
Кровью — сталью.
Всé навзничь лежавшие
В тебе встали.
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Бог. 2. Нищих и горлиц...
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«Fame is unsightly, when one is alive. / It does nothing to raise one up. / One must not establish archives / Nor tremble over one’s manuscripts. The aim of creation — self-reflection, / Not hoopla, not grand success. / To be a parable on any old tongue / Is infamy and nothingness. ...»
«It is not seemly to be famous: / Celebrity does not exalt; / There is no need to hoard your writings / And to preserve them in a vault. / / To give your all-this is creation, / And not-to deafen and eclipse. / How shameful, when you have no meaning, / To be on everybody's lips! / ...»
«To be the famous isn't attractive, / Not this could ever elevate, / You needn't to make your archive active, / You needn't your scripts to be all saved. / / Self-offering's aimed by creation, / But ballyhoo or cheap success, / It is a shame, if worthless persons / Are talks of towns...»
«To be well-known is kind of naive; / You're elevated not by this; / Taking good care of your archive / And manuscripts would be amiss. / / Devotion is the'goal of creation, / Not a success, and not reclame. / Without total dedication / To be a hero is a shame. / / But you shoul...»