He hung without swaying
Thin belt on branch's bend.
His hat — a black remainder
Marred freshly combed sand.
Left palm, pierced by the nails,
Of still, yet stiffened hand.
The sun ascended slowly
For noon its horses set,
He faced the morning Helios
In somber tet-a-tet.
The man with frozen eyelids —
A risen silhouette.
And focused, focused, focused
His gaze was on the east.
Below, a crowd gathered
The voices hushed and triste.
Slim belt almost obscured
By early morning mist.
Висел он, не качаясь,
На узком ремешке.
Свалившаяся шляпа
Чернела на песке.
В ладонь впивались ногти
На стиснутой руке.
А солнце восходило,
Стремя к полудню бег,
И, перед этим солнцем
Не опуская век,
Был высоко приподнят
На воздух человек.
И зорко, зорко, зорко
Смотрел он на восток.
Внизу столпились люди
В притихнувший кружок.
И был почти невидим
Тот узкий ремешок.
«I was given a body – what to do with it now, / One so unique and my own somehow? For this quiet joy, to breathe and to be, / Whom should I thank, somebody tell me? I’m the gardener, I’m the flower as well, / I’m not alone in world’s dungeon cell. On the glass of eternity, I’ve a...»
«Listen! / if the stars are lit, / then someone must need them, of course? / then someone must want them to be there, / calling those droplets of spittle pearls? And wheezing, / in the blizzards of midday dust, / he rushes to God, / fearing he’s out of time / and sobbing, / he ki...»
«Blizzards were blowing everywhere / Throughout the land. / A candle burned upon the table, / A candle burned. As midgets in the summer fly / Towards a flame, / The snowflakes from the yard swarmed to / The window pane. And, on the glass, bright snowy rings / And arrows formed....»
«It snowed, it snowed across the world / At every turning. / A candle on the table burned, / A candle, burning. As midgeflies swarm in summertime / Toward a flame, / Snowflakes swarmed from the dark outside / Against the pane. The blizzard etched the glass with whirled / Arrows and ci...»