THE WORLD IS DEEP

 

Landscapes have slid away,
only a herbal generality prevails.
"Excuse me, I feel sick,
it is too staunch
under your fur hat.
Excuse me, I am leaving this train."
To the northern castle,
to lace, under northern embroidery!
Shipping is breaking up,
the sea is suffering,
the sphere of the North is bursting.
Glass vanishes through glass.
It is snowing,
the world is deep.
God does not see me.
There are few reasons,
one is beyond nature.