Fierce valley,
Valley of love.
Hands: white with salt.
Mouth: black with blood.
A left-breasted Amazon’s
Shaft just missed my temple.
Yes — my head on a stone —
Life, who could love you?
To hell with my plans! To hell with my lies!
Here: as a lark, there: as honeysuckle,
Here: by the handfuls: all pitched-out along
With my savageries — and silences,
With my rainbows glimpsed through tears,
With my pilfering, my prevarications...
Life, yes, you are a darling!
And greedy too!
You leave your bite-mark
On my right shoulder.
Chirping in darkness...
With the birds I rouse myself!
To leave my own cheerful mark
On your chronicle.
Лютая юдоль,
Дольняя любовь.
Руки: свет и соль.
Губы: смоль и кровь.
Левогрудый гром
Лбом подслушан был.
Так — о камень лбом —
Кто тебя любил?
Бог с замыслами! Бог с вымыслами!
Вот: жаворонком, вот: жимолостью,
Вот: пригоршнями: вся выплеснута
С моими дикостями — и тихостями,
С моими радугами заплаканными,
С подкрадываньями, забарматываньями…
Милая ты жизнь!
Жадная ещё!
Ты запомни вжим
В правое плечо.
Щебеты во тьмах…
С птицами встаю!
Мой весёлый вмах
В летопись твою.
«Old pails and tubs all over / The place; from the onset / The day is wet and awkward, / It drizzles at sunset, / / And gulping down tears / The darkness gives a sigh, / At miles away one hears / Steam train's lonesome cry, / / An early dusk comes dow...»
«My trees, it's for your stunning eyes, / Because of your amazing presence / That, for the very first of times, / I live on Earth and see your essence. / / I often think: perhaps, the Lord, / When looking for the color, found / And took it from inside my heart / And dipped His brush ...»
«In every thing I want to grasp / Its very core. / In work, in searching for the path, / In heart's uproar. / / To see the essence of my days, / In every minute / To see its cause, its root, its base, / Its sacred meaning. /...»
«In everything, I want to reach / For the very essence. / In work, in searching for the path, / In the heart's turmoil. For the essence of days gone by, / For their causes, / For foundations, for roots, / For the core. I want to live, to think, to feel, to love, / To make discoveries ...»