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.
«Early yet — to no longer be! / Early yet — to no longer burn! / Tenderness! A brutal lash / Of Underworld encounters. However deep your inclination — / The sky — is a fathomless vat! / O, for such a love it’s / Early yet — to not feel wounded! Life is alive with jealousy! /...»
«I’ll be late to our fixed / Appointment. Having stopped spring / In time, into the bargain — I’ll be grey. / You’ve fixated too much on this! I’ll walk for years — and never falter / In my Ophelia’s taste for bitter rue! / I’ll walk through hills — and hayricks, / I’...»
«God 1 Face without aspect. / Serenity. — Charm. / All who share flesh / In you are rehearsed. Like fallen leaves, / Like loose gravel. / All who make outcry / In you are silenced. Rime grown over rust — / Over blood — over steel. / All who lie facedown / In you are risen.»
«God 2 Beggars’ and doves’ / Lonely run of scales. / These would be your / Clothes laid out over / A run of trees? Groves’, copses’. / Books and temples / Returned to us — you rise up. / Like a secret escort / Pine forests rush by: / — We hurry! — And won’t let yo...»