To fling slant links
into mirror
sphere space, —
maniacal parabolas,
jingling, curl up a
stubbled raceme.
Tribal, zodiacal,
fields flame,
ether bubbles,
but all intersects
yield the still-
lettered scheme
of your name!
Косые соответствия
В пространство бросить
Зеркальных сфер, —
Безумные параболы,
Звеня, взвивают
Побег стеблей.
Зодиакальным племенем
Поля пылают,
Кипит эфир,
Но все пересечения
Чертеж выводят
Недвижных букв
Имени твоего!
«Ophelia was singing as she perished, / And she sang while plaiting a wreath; / With flowers, the wreaths, and verses / She sunk down to the riverbed. So much in sad songs that is tempting, / Insinuates my soul toward dark depths. / So many are the feelings and songs, / The lacrimae and ...»
«Share with me your dreams of living, / Address yourself directly to my soul; / What cannot be expressed in words alone – / Fan into my soul in the form of sound.»
«How the chest breathes, fresh, voluminous – / Words are incapable of expressing a thing! / How in the ravines at midday loudly / Into milky froth cascade rivulets! The ether pulses and melts with song. / In the planted field rye gathers green – / And a gentle voice is heard humming: /...»
«Aflame with a thirst for light / The dawn is ashamed to arise; / Frigid, clear, and albumine, / A bird's wing sprung up. / The sun is still invisible, / But the soul is alright.»