May dew and haze <br />I catch in taut canvases. <br />Stuffed in a costrel tight, <br />I'll take them home come light. <br />Blissful constellations blaze <br />the Zodiac cites. <br />Planets make marriages <br />guarding my rite. <br />And now I pick the rotted plant <br />of bitter and of living life. <br />Vatic bubbling rants... <br />Flame, fiery ally! <br />All from death must sink from sight, <br />(Are the stars in well or sky?) <br />Clear stubble of bygone vine <br />I'm given again to derive. <br />Bark and pinkish light, - <br />Everything's back from dust. <br />Whoever knows no terror of decay <br />is never to be subject to destruction. <br />If wind's lush steed should pass this way, <br />it will not tip the treetop down. <br />An otherworldly spring will crown <br />the head, if holy fire's alive.<br /><br />Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/may-dew/
