名人诗歌|I, Up they soar

Translated by Susanna Nied

I

Up they soar， the planet's butterflies，

pigments^{1 from the warm body of the earth，}

cinnabar， ochre， phosphor yellow， gold

a swarm^{2 of basic elements aloft.}

Is this flickering^{3 of wings only a shoal}

of light particles， a quirk^{4 of perception？}

Is it the dreamed summer hour of my childhood

shattered as by lightning lost in time？

No， this is the angel of light， who can paint

himself as dark mnemosyne Apollo，

as copper^{5， hawkmoth， swallowtail.}

I see them with my blurred^{6 understanding}

as feathers in the coverlet of haze⁷

in Brajcino Valley's noon-hot air.