The Lord has rewarded me
With a light-filled and iron heart.
With a gift of singing, a tearful gift.
The Lord has protected me
With a white flag.
The Lord has passed me by
With the carnal flame.
Hold higher the flag!
The Lord above us!
Heavier than stone —
The carnal flame!
Наградил меня Господь
Сердцем светлым и железным,
Даром певчим, даром слезным.
Оградил меня Господь
Белым знаменем.
Обошёл меня Господь
Плотским пламенем.
Выше — знамя!
Бог над нами!
Тяжче камня —
Плотский пламень!
«Spring, I come in from the street, where the poplar is shaken, / Where distance is frightened, the house afraid it will fall, / Where the air is blue as the laundry bag / Of a patient released from hospital. Where evening is empty, an unfinished tale / Left in the air by a star with no sequ...»
«The thread of golden honey flowed from the bottle / so heavy and slow that our hostess had time to declare: / Here in melancholy Tauris, where fate has brought us, / we are not at all bored — and glanced back over her shoulder. On all side the rites of Bacchus, as if the world / held only...»
«Heaviness, tenderness — sisters — your marks are the same. / The wasps and the honey bees suck at the heavy rose. / Man dies, heat drains from the once warm sand, / and on a black bier they carry off yesterday's sun. Oh, you tender nets and you heavy honeycombs, / Easier to lift a ston...»
«Take from my palms some sun to bring you joy / and take a little honey — so the bees / of cold Persephone commanded us. No loosing of the boat that is not moored, / no hearing of the shadow shod in fur, / no overcoming fear in life's dense wood. And kisses are all that's left us now, / ...»