Round crystal on velvet shade,
Serenity at my heart,
I created myself from sky-waters,
Froze under icicles of light.
Mount with heaven-pointed peak,
Steady in blue dream.
Beaten by ancient hate
With chain whips
I'll kill my time and dreams, then.
I'll mend my cloak in the dark.
As thanks, I'll know that icy skies
Will filter starlight through the holes.
Perhaps it's time, since there falls
From trees all leafage that has been
To look our past calmly in the face
The world is paved with light,
Like a church with smoke and resin.
Men drunk with the skies
Stagger in prophets' vestments.
I defended myself in vain; now I'm slinking away
In the white moon's shade, tall spear shattered.
I had put dikes of earth and water between us,
And everywhere we were beside each other.
There you are, alone again in a cockle-shell boat,
Fighting on a sea-bed with great clouds from the sky
And rocked by the sea, wild beast, as if by a wet-nurse,
Smothered in song by its iron paps.
Through the mist today in sun
Was born of chaos, dead
At morning nightfall,
Gray as a tent.
My angel remembers
Joys of former times.
Sky reaches to his taste
With sour milk, sharp grapes.
I stuck my sharp spade into the room.
Outside the wind blew,