Love neighbors as thyself, they say...
But me myself despise.
While yearning for ethereal,
I see my truths and lies.
And if I ever loved someone,
I only had in mind
To find the innocence of heart,
A ray of truth divine.
But after sobering from dreams,
In foreign souls I saw
The mirrored passions of my whims,
The stain of all my flaws,
My own lies, the shame of all my trials.
And while for all I equally bemoan,
I hate them all,
As I despise my own.
Любить других, как самого себя...
Но сам себя презреньем я караю.
Какой-то сон божественный любя,
В себе и ложь и правду презираю.
И если человека я любил,
То лишь в надежде смутной и чудесной
Найти в другом луч истины небесной,
Невинность сердца, мыслей чистых пыл.
Но каждый раз, очнувшись от мечтаний,
В чужой душе все глубже и ясней
Я прозревал клеймо своих страстей,
Свою же ложь, позор своих страданий.
И всех людей, равно за всех скорбя,
Я не люблю, как самого себя.
«Above the grass little moth – / A flower, self-propelled flower.... / Just so I: into wind – death – / above me – a stem – / I fly by as a moth.»
«Your eyes' deep bluishness / odored into my soul like the wind : / My soul with you has endawned... / Thus with a suspended twitter / across into the blue she fluttered.»
«1 As there is no inventor, / Who by drafting a machine, / Had not imagined his creation / To ennoble humans, / There is no machine / That did not bring the world / The most misery / And the new kinds of enslavement! 2 While human hand had pushed the lever, / And waters / Spined ...»
«1 I am the voice that cries in the wilderness / Of the swarming crowds in the spasms of cities / In whirlpools of the streets and railway stations / The least inhabited of all the deserts on earth. 2 I was told: / — Go to the market places — / The time has come, / To...»