Достигшей немого отчаянья,
давно не молящейся богу,
иконку «Благое Молчание»
мне мать подарила в дорогу.
И ангел Благого Молчания
ревниво меня охранял.
Он дважды меня не нечаянно
с пути повернул. Он знал...
Он знал, никакими созвучьями
увиденного не передать.
Молчание душу измучит мне,
и лжи заржавеет печать...
«When natureТs final hour strikes / and earthly matter has disintegrated, / the visible universe will be flooded. / In the waters GodТs face will be reflected.»
«Est in arundineis modulatio musica ripis. The sea is harmony. / Shapely in debate, all elements cohere. / Rustling in the river's reeds, / musical designs inhere. Imperturbable form is the outward sign / of nature's utter consonance. / Only our spectral liberty / imparts a sense of dis...»
«She was sitting on the floor / sorting letters which were old, / holding them before she threw them out / like ash gone cold. Her look was strange / while she held those pages she knew so well, / as if she were a soul which peered down / at its abandoned shell. So many irreversible eve...»
«Today it's not the flesh — the spirit is laid bare. / Man longs in desperation. / He strives to leave the darkness for the light, / protesting and rebelling once he's there. Through non-belief he's dry and burned, / he tolerates what man should never bear, / aware at every step that he ...»