Play of sunlight upon leaves has awaked him to his senses. In relief against the sky there are his night visions: the endless obscure backstairs, changing phases of the moon… He’s trying to recover day mind into himself.
Там можно почувствовать движение мира. Но из тёмных глубин хаотических снов Являются часто только осколки эфира, И сдавливают напряжением отталкивающихся полюсов.
Play of sunlight upon leaves has awaked him to his senses. In relief against the sky there are his night visions: the endless obscure backstairs, changing phases of the moon… He’s trying to recover day mind into himself.