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The Word

Слово

Then, when God bent His face
over the shining new world, then
they stopped the sun with a word,
a word burned cities to the ground.

When a word floated across the sky
like a rose-colored flame
eagles closed their wings, frightened
stars shrank against the moon.

And we creeping forms had numbers,
like tame, load-bearing oxen —
because a knowing number
says everything, says it all.

That grey-haired prophet, who bent
good and evil to his will,
was afraid to speak
and drew a number in the sand.

But we worry about other things, and forget
that only the word glows and shines,
and the Gospel of John
tells us this word is God.

We’ve surrounded it with a wall,
with the narrow borders of this world,
and like bees in a deserted hive
the dead words rot and stink.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
    The Word
  • Дон Магер
    The Word
  • Алексей Романовский
    The Name
  • Дуглас Мессерли
    Words
  • Эдуард Лефинов
    The Word
  • Александр Шаумян
    The Word
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака
    Az ige
  • Испанский
    Хорхе Бустаманте Гарсия
    La palabra
  • Хосе Матео, Ксения Дьяконова
    La palabra
  • Итальянский
    Амедео Анелли
    La parola
  • Китайский
    Хан Ли
    词语
  • Литовский
    Гинтарас Патацкас
    Žodis
  • Немецкий
    Натка-Хатифнатка
    Das Wort
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Das Wort
  • Эрик Бёрнер
    Das wort
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Słowo
  • Лежек Энгелькинг
    Słowo
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Slovo
  • Украинский
    Максим Стриха
    Слово
  • Наталия Горишная
    Слово
  • Белорусский
    Василий Зуёнок
    Слова

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