Valeriy Bryusov Дух мой не изнемог

Валерий Брюсов
Дух мой не изнемог

Valeriy Bryusov
‘My spirit hasn’t languished’

My spirit hasn’t languished in gloom of contradictions
And isn’t disempowered the mind in fatal fight;
For, I do love all dreams, do value all the speeches
And do address my verse to all and every god.

Did I pay homage to Astarte and Hecate,
As if a pristine priest did offer sacred blood,
And then approached cross,
At foothills did I tackle,
And glorified undying love.

I visited the parks of academes and lyc;es
And did impress on wax the speeches of the wise,
as if an apprentice, obedient disciple,
But amalgam of words was all I truly loved.

On isle of songs and dreams,
Among the wordless statues,
Did I explore the ways in flames
And sometimes not:
At times did worship those,
Who’re brighter and somatic,
At times did only shiver
In shadow, chilling-cold.

And I did love with zeal
The haze of contravention
And fervently I searched
The fatal interweave,
Do I devour all dreams
And do respect all speeches,
And to all hosts of gods
Do I devote lyric …