Great Britain
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
FRANCE
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Germany
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Italia
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Albania
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Poland
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Russia
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Slovakia
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Sweden
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
Slovenija
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević
North Macedonia
Every Awakening
I expected the Flood last night.
It was impossible to listen attentively to the first cry
from the bottom of the moist Earth and, at the same time,
to hail within myself the Archangel of Mercy.
The awakenings always imply a kind of
uneasiness — in consonance with them I undoubtedly know
how life keeps dragging. When I decided
to account for the daily sufferings,
I even surprised myself. In fact, loudly I
protested against the huge circle of light:
sometimes in accordance with the morning, I get rougher.
Without the hellish disturbance, I expect the end of the day.
What is left has merged into mere abidance,
in the method of Anathemas and Admirations.
2.
All things will get the infinite order,
and with every day it is possible to anticipate the end.
The continuation of that competition assumes
retreat. Almost imperceptibly and silently.
All things considered, this might be the reason why I feel the black sky
has been near for days, why sorrow is only to a poem knotted,
why every man will run to his dust.
Once: when the last spring dies.
Translated by Aleksandra Nikčević Batrićević