Not for safe-keeping for awhile, –
For the altar, not donation, –
For the fire, the fire, its oblation
Rapt Israel brought in times gone by!
And pleasing to Jehovah’s nostrils
Was smoke from sacrificial fires,
Because a consecrated offering
In truth, can not be taken back…
You, pastors of the flocks of Christ,
Merchants with a priestly ranking!
What is your gift? A simple price:
Deposit and withdrawal banking!
And Israel, your ancient torch
Shall shine above the world again,
The cross atop the church is stained
And God is clearly not within!
Не на храненье до поры, —
На жертвенник, а не в копилку, —
В огонь, в огонь Израиль пылкий
Издревле нес свои дары!
И дымный жертвенный пожар
Ноздрям Господним был приятен,
Затем, что посвященный дар
Поистине был безвозвратен...
Вы, пастыри Христовых стад,
Купцы с апостольской осанкой!
Что ваша жертва? Только вклад:
Внесли и вынули из банка!
И оттого твой древний свет
Над миром всходит вновь, Израиль,
Что крест над церковью истаял
И в этой церкви Бога нет!
«"I am air and fire..." / – Shakespeare She has kissed lips already grown inhuman, / On her knees she has wept already before Augustus... / And her servants have betrayed her. Under the Roman / Eagle clamour the raucous trumpets, and the dusk has Spread. And enter the last hostage to her ...»
«In the young century’s cool nursery, / In its checkered silence, I was born. / Sweet to me was not the voice of man, / But the wind’s voice was understood by me. / The burdocks and the nettles fed my soul, / But I loved the silver willow best of all. / And, grateful for my love, it l...»
«He who compared himself to the eye of a horse, / Peers, looks, sees, recognizes, / And instantly puddles shine, ice / Pines away, like a melting of diamonds. Backyards drowse in lilac haze. Branch — / Line platforms, logs, clouds, leaves... / The engine’s whistle, watermelon’s crunc...»
«And you, my friends who have been called away, / I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, / Not as a frozen willow over your memory, / But to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. / What names are those! / I slam shut the ...»