Saturday, February 11, 2017

I am hiding even from myself, whispers the rose, under three feet of snow.

But I know you are there, even so, I reply.

The moon remembers the petals that fell like scarlet tears in the frost.

And with each sunrise and sunset, the nearest star sings the language of color nearer and nearer to blossoming.






Verses develop, like stars and like roses,
Like beauty -- unneeded in the family.
And there is to wreaths and apotheoses,
But one answer: from whence do they come?

We sleep -- and lo, through the stone tiles
Appears a heavenly guest with four petals.
Oh world, perceive! The singer in a dream discerns
The law of the stars and the formulas of the flower.

--Marina Tsvetaeva


Стихи растут, как звезды и как розы,
Как красота – ненужная в семье.
А на венцы и на апофеозы –
Один ответ: – Откуда мне сие?

Мы спим – и вот, сквозь каменные плиты,
Небесный гость в четыре лепестка.
О мир, пойми! Певцом – во сне - открыты
Закон звезды и формулы цветка.

--Марина Цветаева



Zia Nath, dancing. 


4 comments:

Harlequin said...

Winter's chill shall close our doors - our eyes reduced to see through windows - reluctant footprints in the snow - 'Oh world, perceive!' - yet not forget the law of all - the hymn of nature's sleeping song ~ Repeat in consonance - Thank You :)

Iulia Flame said...

And gratitude to you in turn for your piece in the "song and dance." ;)

erin said...

i hope you don't mind my responding with a poem which is close to me. but i love this translation of Tsvetaeva. and the drive to discover truth and beauty keeps coming and coming and coming towards me.

Red Thought within a Gladiolus Blossom by james owens

--after a photograph by erin wilson


The image is a garden inside the garden.

Eros as shimmer
as blood unfurls
through the wall of this wound
that opens the air like a sex.

The strokes of her looking
breathe
the petals to further opening and opening
and un-
fold
membrane contour texture.
Different wet reds shine.

All this from dirt and sun and water
dust the flower has healed
sepal
ovule
anthers laden dark
nudge of a cell upward
any touch would soft to bursting
and scatter sperm
inside the four chambers of the stone.

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you for sharing this blossoming.

when trees as gilded as bees

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