A human being, as much as he is grand,
Essentially, is just a thinking plant.
We are related to all trees and grass,
And their kinship can’t belittle us.
We're given from before our birth
The steadfastness of plants, their life force.
Человек — хоть будь он трижды гением —
Остается мыслящим растением.
С ним в родстве деревья и трава.
Не стыдитесь этого родства.
Вам даны до вашего рождения
Сила, стойкость, жизненность растения.
«To fall ill as one should, deliriously / Hot, meet everyone again, / To stroll broad avenues in the seashore garden / Full of the wind and the sun. / / Even the dead, today, have agreed to come, / And the exiles, into my house. / Lead the child to me by the hand. / Long I have misse...»
«Behind the lake the moon’s not stirred / And seems to be a window through / Into a silent, well-lit house, / Where something unpleasant has occurred. / / Has the master been brought home dead, / The mistress run off with a lover, / Or has a little girl gone missing, / And her shoe...»
«A man met Rachel, in a valley. Jacob Bowed courteously, this wanderer far from home. Flocks, raising the hot dust, could not slake their Thirst. The well was blocked with a huge stone. Jacob wrenched the stone from the well Of pure water, and the flocks drank their fill. But the heart in h...»
«And the just man trailed God’s messenger, / His huge, light shape devoured the black hill. / But uneasiness shadowed his wife and spoke to her: / ‘it’s not too late, you can look back still / / At the red towers of Sodom, the place that bore you, / The square in which you sang, th...»