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!
«I have not heard the tales of Ossian, / I have not tasted age-old wine — / why then do I seem to see a field / and Scotland's murderous moon? And in the sinister silence I seem to hear / the roll-call of the raven and the harp, / and, streaming in the wind, the scarves of men-at-arms / ...»
«For joy’s sake, from my hands, / take some honey and some sun, / as Persephone’s bees told us. Not to be freed, the unmoored boat. / Not to be heard, fur-booted shadows. / Not to be silenced, life’s dark terrors. Now we only have kisses, / dry and bristling like bees, / that die ...»
«Take — for the sake of joy — out of my palms / a little sunlight and a little honey, / as we were told to by Persephone’s bees. You can’t untie a boat that isn’t moored, / nor can you hear a shadow shod in fur, / nor — in this dense life — overpower fear. The only thing that...»
«The flowers say good-bye to me, / They bend their heads and bow low down / Which means that I will never see / Her lovely face and my home town. / / Well, that"s the way it is, my love! / I saw them all in habitation, / I take this deathly trepidation / For tender feeling, still a...»