The naked staghorn rising in the woods
may seem a dead tree.
When a heart of darkness bares itself in words
they scream: he's mad.
Когда рога оленя подымаются над зеленью,
Они кажутся засохшее дерево.
Когда сердце н<о>чери обнажено в словах,
Бают: он безумен.
«For joy’s sake, from my hands, / take some honey and some sun, / as Persephone’s bees told us. Not to be freed, the unmoored boat. / Not to be heard, fur-booted shadows. / Not to be silenced, life’s dark terrors. Now we only have kisses, / dry and bristling like bees, / that die ...»
«Take — for the sake of joy — out of my palms / a little sunlight and a little honey, / as we were told to by Persephone’s bees. You can’t untie a boat that isn’t moored, / nor can you hear a shadow shod in fur, / nor — in this dense life — overpower fear. The only thing that...»
«The flowers say good-bye to me, / They bend their heads and bow low down / Which means that I will never see / Her lovely face and my home town. / / Well, that"s the way it is, my love! / I saw them all in habitation, / I take this deathly trepidation / For tender feeling, still a...»
«I will not be wandering about / Trampling goosefoot in the bushes any more; / And I know you"ll never come around / In my dreams, oat-haired, as before. / / You were tender beautiful and fair, / Berry juice upon your skin, so light. / You resembled rosy sunset glare, / And, like...»