Earth swallows herself
And, knocking her head against the sky,
Patches the gaps in her memory
With humankind and grass.
Grass hides under the horse-shoes,
Soul in an ivory box;
Only word beneath the moon
Looms in the steppe
Which sleeps like a corpse.
Boulders on burial mounds –
Tsars playing at watchmen –
Drunk stupid on moonlight.
Word is the last to die.
When the drill of water pushes up
Through the subsoil’s tough integument,
Sky will stir
And burdock’s eyelash sigh,
Grasshopper’s saddle flash,
Bird of the steppe comb,
Sleepy, its rainbow wing.
Then up to his shoulders in blue-grey milk
See Adam enter the steppe from paradise,
Restoring both to bird and stone
The gift of intelligent speech;
He recreated while they slept
Their palpitating names,
And now he breathes delirium of consciousness,
Loving, like soul, into grass.
(Arseny Tarkovsky)
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