In crystal swampland there is such a violence!
Beyond, Sienian mountains stand sky-clad,
Gothic cathedrals of the rocks gone mad
Hang in the air, where there is fur and silence.
From hanging staircases of kings and prophets
Organ descends, filled with the holy ghost,
Barking of German shepherds, fierce repose,
The shepherds' mutton and the judges' outfits.
Here earth is motionless, and in her castle
I drink the Christendom's dear cold air
I trust in wine and in the psalmist's prayer,
In keys and cloth of churches of Apostle.
Which line could have passed on the Crystal vase
Fastened within an ether of high notes:
And like a song of Palestine the goodwill floats
From Christian Mountain through the transfixed space.
В хрустальном омуте какая крутизна!
За нас сиенские предстательствуют горы,
И сумасшедших скал колючие соборы
Повисли в воздухе, где шерсть и тишина.
С висячей лестницы пророков и царей
Спускается орган, Святого Духа крепость,
Овчарок бодрый лай и добрая свирепость,
Овчины пастухов и посохи судей.
Вот неподвижная земля, и вместе с ней
Я христианства пью холодный горный воздух,
Крутое «Верую» и псалмопевца роздых,
Ключи и рубища апостольских церквей.
Какая линия могла бы передать
Хрусталь высоких нот в эфире укрепленном,
И с христианских гор в пространстве изумленном,
Как Палестрины песнь, нисходит благодать.
«Swallow tweets fair and confiding, / Cuts the air with wings agile, / Every current she is fighting / Saving strengths all the while. / Soars the pits and soars the heaven, / In perusal of the pest, / At the cornice of the cabin / Until daybreak taking rest. Overcome by her behaviors,...»
«The arboreal chapel was nearing closure. / Barely cleared his windpipe, the siskin. / A lone nightingale's unsilenced composure / Over the world rang from the foliage. The more I expelled you, insidious impulse, / The less I could look down at you laughing. / To silence yourself in the gl...»
«Wrapped in kisses and spells, in the plains, / With the wind you were one time wed, / You are seemingly covered in chains, / My invaluable woman friend! Neither happily nor stricken down, / From a dark sky you walk with gravity, / You are both the song of my wedding vow, / And my star s...»
«When, at the years' decline, my life will run its course / And, having dimmed the light, I will again disperse / Into the unseen world of foggy transformations, / When millions of newborn generations / Will fill this world with glimmerings of wonder / And will complete the nature's full de...»