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?
«My master — he disliked me from the start. / He never knew me, never saw or heard me, / but all the same he feared me like the plague / and hated me with all his dreary heart. / When I bowed my head before him, / it seemed to him I hid a smile. / When he made me cry, he thought / my ...»
«June would be clammy, January crisp; / and concrete solid, sand unstable. / For there was order. Real order. People got up and went to work. / And then they watched The Happy FeIlas / at cinemas. For there was order. In pedigrees and in parades, / political police, and apparatus, / eve...»
«All rules are incorrect, / all laws remain perverse, / until they’re firmly set / in well wrought lines of verse. An age or era will / be merely a stretch of time / without a meaning until / it’s glorified in rhyme. Until the poet’s "Yes!", / entrusted by his pen / to print, ...»
«Sacred song heals the sick spirit. / The mysterious power of harmony / Will expiate a heavy delusion / And tame a revolting desire. / The soul of a singer expressed with a concordance / Is freed from all its woes, / And the sacred poetry will give purity / And peace to its compan...»