In those days the first words
Were heard in infantile melody,
Jehovah’s youthful anger roared
Above the world like spring thunder,
And the cedars learned to cast their shade,
And Eve — she had only just fallen,
And her depths boiled with seed,
And the world was God, and God was passion.
He wore it out with His jealousy,
Pouring fire straight into the blood…
Israel, can you really have drunk up
All of the Lord’s first love?
В те дни младенческим напевом
Звучали первые слова,
Как гром весенний, юным гневом
Гремел над миром Егова,
И тень бросать учились кедры,
И Ева — лишь успела пасть,
И семенем кипели недра,
И мир был — Бог, и Бог — был страсть.
Своею ревностью измаял,
Огнем вливался прямо в кровь...
Ужель ты выпил всю, Израиль,
Господню первую любовь?
«Tiny stars, bright stars, high stars! / What are you keeping-in, and what are you hiding? / How do the tender, deep-thoughts of stars, / Keep my soul captive, without binding? Private stars, compact stars! / Is it your beauty, knowledge, or might? / What great power, o heavenly stars, / ...»
«At the moment the autumn disappeared, / The brusque winter came tearing all along. / Winged like, it has appeared, / No one knows how, why, or for how long. Deep frosts turned the dams into sheer ice, / (A heavenly sight for every ice sprinter) / Some boys exclaimed, "Hey, it’s nice!" /...»
«Dozing bell pealed / And woke the fields, / At the sun smiled / The sleepy earth. Some clangs mounted / Strait to the blue sky / And the forests resounded / The ones that went awry, White moon hid / Beyond the stream. / Running wave bid / Him,“Happy dreams” The hushed glen b...»
«Beautiful are pearly drops on a sunny day / When they shine in the arches of gold, / Yet in sorry weather, on damp windows, they / Dread like drops of black autumn’s mould. People are happy in oblivion; (I was told) / Their stature in the eyes of the others / Matters not, nor do the awa...»