Dethroned, to my substance-bound trap
I nose-dived, a higher will's transgressor.
A beam of joy decays to pain no lesser
Refracted by the nature's carnal sap.
All winds a-nest a rose in my lap.
But every tone suffers its suppressor
In every beat — so should I still confess for
The temper colors wrap me step by step?
Crime makes me pure. Death inspires. Prison
Delivers me. Prostration gives me might.
I lost my wings — not depth to take my ease on.
Come on, tormentor! Bloody eagle, bite!
All voices in my syrinx meet arisen
Like rainbow ties the gamut crucified.
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На дно миров пловцом спустился я —
Мятежный дух, ослушник высшей воли.
Луч радости на семицветность боли
Во мне разложен влагой бытия.
Во мне звучит всех духов лития,
Но семь цветов разъяты в каждой доле
Одной симфонии. Не оттого ли
Отливами горю я, как змея?
Я свят грехом. Я смертью жив. В темнице
Свободен я. Бессилием — могуч.
Лишённый крыл, в паренье равен птице.
Клюй, коршун, печень! Бей, кровавый ключ!
Весь хор светил — един в моей цевнице,
Как в радуге — един распятый луч.
«A perfectly ripened trill, / The cackling of crushed ice, / Night, frosting a leaf, / A duel between nightingales. A sweet pea-vine grown wild, / God's tears upon a peapod, / Figaro from flutes and conductors' stands / Crashing down like hail on a flower bed. The crucial discovery of n...»
«I’d like to live with You / In a small town, / Where there are eternal twilights / And eternal bells. / And in a small village inn — / The faint chime / Of ancient clocks — like droplets of time. / And sometimes, in the evenings, from some garret — / A flute, / And the flau...»
«Already now the weary day / Has through the purple waves descended; / The cooling shades have fast extended; / The azure arch of heaven grows gray! / And solemn Night with peaceful pinions / Comas winging through her vast dominions, / And Hesper with his glittering star / Is hera...»
«Deep silence in the sky; / The moon mysteriously / Through filmy haze is sinking; / The Star of Love is winking / Above the darkling hill, / And in the abyss so still / Things formless, fascinating, / Come flying, animating / The silence of the night, — / They bring the Spring’...»