I'll say this in a whisper, in draft,
because it's early yet:
we have to pay
with experience and sweat
to learn the sky's free play.
And under purgatory's temporal sky
we easily forget:
the dome of heaven
is a home
to praise forever, wherever.
Я скажу это начерно, шопотом
Потому что еще не пора:
Достигается потом и опытом
Безотчетного неба игра.
И под временным небом чистилища
Забываем мы часто о том,
Что счастливое небохранилище —
Раздвижной и прижизненный дом.
«Horses do know how to swim, but / They're not very good. They don't go far. / / One more thing that's easy to remember: / "Gloria" means "glory" or "grandeur". / / Far across the sea a ship was sailing, / Proud of its bold title and its might. / / In the hold, a thousand horses ...»
«We've still got some time left to mend it: / A whole quarter left, nothing less, — / To mend and unbend and defend it, / Reinstitute plebs and noblesse. / / But I'd rather not have another. / I carved my own way in this one, / And if I could do it all over, / I'd do what I've alre...»
«I think of the dawn of your glory, / Of the dawn of your days, / When you awoke from sleep as a demon / And a god for mankind. / / I think of the way your brows / Were knitted above the torches that were your eyes, / And of the ancient blood that, like lava, / Flowed inside your vei...»
«I like that you are not in love with me / And that I do not burn with lust for you; / We have no need to fear that suddenly / The earth may cave in underneath our shoes. / I like that I can in your presence be / Relaxed and silly, and not try to charm, / And not flush red with ardent mod...»