Innokentiy annensky to the poet

ИННОКЕНТИЙ АННЕНСКИЙ
‘ПОЭТУ’
INNOKENTIY ANNENSKY
‘TO THE POET’

In separate clarity of beams
And charged integrity of visions
There underlies the force of things
Where all-in-one are three dimensions.

And to extend the hem of life
Or to increase its shape and portion
You can’t escape in own ‘I’
From other’s ‘I’
There’s no excursion. 

That beacon force does call upon,
It does conjoin divine with crumbling
And in its light grow misty things
That form in art
 Compound assembling.

You can’t escape from their force
And follow charms of airy blears,
And neither does
Enchant rhyme’s force
By genuine depth,
But rebus mere.

By open fairness of face
Was charmed Orpheus by Pierides,
How can it be that singer’s voice
Is never worth of cloak Isida’s?

Do love detachment and the beams,
That have been born in their fragrance,
And sharpen chalice’s degrees
By apprehension thrice integral.