This – is the land – the Sunset washes —
These – are the Banks of the Yellow Sea —
Where it rose – or whither it rushes —
These – are the Western Mystery
Night after Night
Her purple traffic
Strews the landing with Opal Bales —
Merchantmen – poise upon Horizons
Dip – and vanish like Orioles!
***
Желтого Моря берег.
Закат омывает землю.
Иволгой – несется —
Тайна Неба.
Ночь за ночью
Пурпур вала
Устилает эту землю,
Как торговец ненасытный,
Грудами своих опалов…
«Heaven» – is what I cannot reach!..»
Heaven» – is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree —
Provided it do hopeless – hang —
That – «Heaven» is – to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud —
The interdicted Land —
Behind the Hill – the House behind —
There – Paradise – is found!
Her teasing Purples – Afternoons —
The credulous – decoy —
Enamored – of the Conjuror —
That spurned us – Yesterday!
***
Небо! Я не дотянусь
Яблоко на дереве
Слишком высоко подвесил
Тот, кто горы взвесил.
Шагающее облако —
Земли цветущей край —
За домом, за горою —
Они узнают рай.
Завтра пышного полдня
Не обрадует пурпур.
В цирке жизни мной неба
Фокус разлюблен!
«I’m ceded – I’ve stopped being Theirs …»
I’m ceded – I’ve stopped being Theirs —
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
I’ve finished threading – too —
Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace —
Unto supremest name —
Called to my Full – The Crescent dropped —
Existence’s whole Arc, filled up,
With one small Diadem.
My second Rank – too small the first —
Crowned – Crowing – on my Father’s breast —
A half unconscious Queen —
But this time – Adequate – Erect,
With Will to choose, or to reject,