Roy Campbell (Рой Кэмпбелл)

The Crystal

To form the idiom of her flesh
I faceted in clearest thought
An arctic crystal in whose mesh
Of frosty rays the sun is caught
That from its central pulse of fire
Vibrates the arrebol it stains,
And forks the azure of her veins
Through flushed auroras of desire.
Though nerves of splendour lace the jewel,
Though to my rasp its ice be fuel
And bright within it burn the brands:
I might have breathed upon a glass—
To feel my purpose through it pass
It runs like water through my hands.

1. Hialmar
2. To the Survivors
3. Autumn
4. Creeping Jesus
5. Vespers on the Nile

Sidney Lanier (Сидни Ланьер) The Crystal ("At midnight, death’s and truth’s unlocking time")

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