Que tes mains soient bénies, car elles sont impures.
Remy de Gourmont.
The shining of your golden eyes I bless!
That broke my dark delirium with light.
The smile that wavers on your lips I bless!
It kindled me like wine, it rent my night.
The poison in your kisses hid, I bless!
All thoughts, all dreams are poisoned by your kiss.
The scythe that sings in your embrace I bless!
All my past years you have mown down with this.
The fire of your awful love I bless!
I wrapped its flame about me joyfully.
The darkness of your spirit, lo, I bless!
For that its wings were outstretched over me.
Blessed all you gave, blessed what your soul denies:
I bless you for the grief, the dread, the pain;
That after you I strove toward Paradise;
That here without its gates, I stand in vain.
Que tes mains soient bénies,
Car elles sont impures!
Remy de Gourmont
Сиянье глаз твоих благословляю!
В моем бреду светило мне оно.
Улыбку уст твоих благословляю!
Она меня пьянила, как вино.
Твоих лобзаний яд благословляю!
Он отравил все думы и мечты.
Твоих объятий серп благословляю!
Все прошлое во мне им сжала ты.
Огонь любви твоей благословляю!
Я радостно упал в его костер.
Весь мрак души твоей благословляю!
Он надо мной свое крыло простер.
За всё, за всё тебя благословляю!
За скорбь, за боль, за ужас долгих дней,
За то, что влекся за тобою к Раю,
За то, что стыну у его дверей!
«The restaurants on hot spring evenings / Lie under a dense and savage air. / Foul drafts and hoots from drunken revelers / Contaminate the thoroughfare. / / Above the dusty lanes of suburbia / Above the tedium of bungalows / A pretzel sign begilds a bakery / And children screech for...»
«In the church choir a girl was singing About all the weary people in a strange land About all the ships far out on oceans About all who were forgetting the joys at hand. High in the steeple her voice was singing, A thin ray turning her shoulder white . From the dark everyone watched a...»
«Far up in empty mountains I met a shepherd Blowing low notes on a long alpine horn. Flowing pleasantly and loud, both song And horn were merely instruments for waking A more captivating mountain melody. Each time, after a few notes, the shepherd listened As the echo traveled back through narro...»
«Two wires are wrapped together, / The loose ends naked, exposed / A yes and no, not united, / Not united, but juxtaposed. / A dark, dark juxtaposition — / So close together, dead. / But resurrection awaits them; / And they await what waits ahead. / End will meet end in touching / ...»