Стихи и эссе

Fate succumbs
many species: one alone
jeopardises itself.

* * *

The palm extended in welcome:
Look! for you
I have unclenched my fist.

* * *

Animal femurs,
ascribed to saints who never
existed, are still

more holy than portraits
of conquerors who,
unfortunately, did.

* * *

Pulling on his socks,
he recall that his gran-pa
went pop in the act.

* * *

Man must either fall in love
with Someone or Something,
or else fall ill.

* * *

Nothing can be loved too much,
but all things can be loved
in the wrong way.

* * *

I'm for freedom because I mistrust the Censor in office,
But if I held the job, my! how severe I should be!

* * *

When he is well
She gives him hell;
But she's a brick
When he is sick.

They wondered why the fruit had been forbidden…

They wondered why the fruit had been forbidden:
It taught them nothing new. They hid their pride,
But did not listen much when they were chidden:
They knew exactly what to do outside.

They left. Immediately the memory faded
Of all they known: they could not understand
The dogs now who before had always aided;
The stream was dumb with whom they'd always planned.

They wept and quarrelled: freedom was so wild.
In front maturity as he ascended
Retired like a horizon from the child,

The dangers and the punishments grew greater,
And the way back by angels was defended
Against the poet and the legislator.