The Region November

It is hard to hear the north wind again,

And to watch the treetops, as they sway.

They sway, deeply and loudly, in an effort,

So much less than feeling, so much less than speech,

Saying and saying, the way things say

On the level of that which is not yet knowledge:

A revelation not yet intended.

It is like a critic of God, the world

And human nature, pensively seated

On the waste throne of his own wilderness.

Deeplier, deeplier, loudlier, loudlier,

The trees are swaying, swaying, swaying.

"Late Poems"
Collected Poetry and Prose
(The Library of America 1997).

Сны и мечты — они как вода. Плаваешь в них, но ухватиться за них не можешь.

Фернандо Мариас

"Где кончается небо"

(В натуральном виде счастье всегда выглядит убого рядом с цветистыми прикрасами несчастья. И, разумеется, стабильность куда менее колоритна, чем нестабильность. А удовлетворённость совершенно лишена романтики сражений со злым роком, нет здесь красочной борьбы с соблазном, нет ореола гибельных сомнений и страстей. Счастье лишено грандиозных эффектов.)

До чего же трудно говорить о луне здраво. Она такая безмозглая, луна. Она, должно быть, вечно показывает свой зад.

Сэмюэль Беккет

Моллой


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A Leaf-Treader

I have been treading on leaves all day until I am autumn-tired.
God knows all the color and form of leaves I have trodden on and mired.
Perhaps I have put forth too much strength and been too fierce from fear.
I have safely trodden underfoot the leaves of another year.

All summer long they were overhead, more lifted up than I.
To come to their final place in earth they had to pass me by.
All summer long I thought I heard them threatening under their breath.
And when they came it seemed with a will to carry me with them to death.

They spoke to the fugitive in my heart as if it were leaf to leaf.
They tapped at my eyelids and touched my lips with an invitation to grief.
But it was no reason I had to go because they had to go.
Now up, my knee, to keep on top of another year of snow.