I feel them in the nights of fall,
I dream of them throughout the bluish snow.
I feel the roots as from my feet they crawl,
As in the ground they seem to grow.
My arms are becoming branches,
My forehead’s becoming the crest of a tree,
In subtle flowers my body chances
To open my heart to me.
I swiftly grow towards the apse of the sky,
Where the stars like hornets abound.
And the saps ease right through me and I
Feel the juice as it flows from the ground.
And I sense that the barrows are speaking to me;
They use the lips of those at rest.
And all their pent up powers I see,
As they seep and they flow to my breast.
Oh wild and wonderful soil!
Their days were swallowed up by you.
Give to me all that they once had loved —
So that I can love it now too.
Let all their unfinished ideas,
Which they lost in the violence of war,
As they whisk and they rattle and wheeze
Enter ME, where they can soar.
Listen, soil and heavens,
To mv roarings of agony,
J must live for the OTHERS also —
I exist not only for me.
Перекладач: Andriy M. Freishyn-Chirovsky
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