Intrusion

The Ravof Northern White Russia declined, in his youth, to learn thelanguage of birds, becausethe extraneous did not interest him; neverthelesswhen he grew old it was foundhe understood them anyway, havinglistened well, and as it is said,…

Did the people of Viet Namuse lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremoniesto reverence the opening of buds? Were they inclined to quiet laughter? Did they use bone and ivory

A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me—a sky, air, light: a being. And before it started to descendfrom the height of noon, it leaned overand struck my shoulder as if withthe flat of a sword, granting…

Черное лицо старика под фонарями отливает золотом, словно камешки под водой — старик прогуливает под дождем двух беспородных

O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me. Let the shadow of thy wings brush me. Let thy presenceenfold me, as if darknesswere swandown. Let me see that darknesslamp in hand

Weißer Tagesanbruch. Stille. Als das Kräuseln begann, hielt ich es für Seewind, in unser Tal kommend mit Raunen

We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtuein and beside a world devoidof our preoccupations, freefrom apprehension—though affected, certainly, by our actions.

Not the moon. A floweron the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a whole tree by the hair,a barn, a bridge.