Go to the roof. Lean on four sides of
The world, stretching out the palm...
The sun ... The water ... The clouds... The fire ... —
All those beautiful things make me calm...
That torch is shaggy in saffron fog nigh...
A ray splashed with wet brocade...
Stretched hands from the foam to the sky...
Cloud letters... Sealing wax... Sunset charade...
They go out in time, are carry over on wings...
Thoughts, events, dreams, ships...
I am taking with me in my wanderings
The best of world craftsmanships....
Перевод. Максимилиан Волошин, 1926
© Copyright: Виталий Кармагус, 2020
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