Radiant ranks of seraphim
Stir the air about our bed.
With their windy wings and dim
Our hot cheeks are comforted.
Low the circling seraphs bend,
And we tremble and rejoice
At hosannas that ascend,
Winged with their unearthly voice.
Cloudy luminous faces hover,
And the wing-swept candles wane.
And our fiery breasts they cover
As with hidden holy rain.
Серафимов вереницы
Наше ложе окружили.
Веют в пламенные лица
Тихим холодом воскрылий.
Серафимы полукругом
Наклонились к изголовью;
Внемлем с радостным испугом
Неземному славословью.
Реют лики светлым дымом,
И крылами гасят свечи,
И кропят дождем незримым
Наши огненные плечи.
«They don't wait for letters, / For a letter they wait. / A shred of rag / Around a braid / Of glue. Within — a word. / And happiness. And this - is all. Thus they don't wait for joy, / Thus they wait for the end: / A soldier's salute / And into the chest — lead / Three pieces...»
«I opened my veins. Unstoppably / life spurts out with no remedy. / Now I set out bowls and plates. / Every bowl will be shallow. / Every plate will be small. / And overflowing their rims, / into the black earth, to nourish / the rushes unstoppably / without...»
«I’ve cut open my veins: irrevocably, / Irreplaceably gushes life. / Bring forth dishes and bowls! / Any bowl will prove too small / Any dish — too shallow. / Filling up and overly / Feeding reeds, through the earth rushing. / Inconceivably, irrevocably, / Irreplaceably, verse is ...»
«I died. The sycamores gave shade; / shutters were shut upon the dust / of the hot streets steamily teased / by the torrid Aeolus. / / I slowly walked, and the fauns walked; / It seemed as though I recognised / the great god Pan in every faun. / Good. I must be in Paradise. / / ...»