When did I as Persephone bend over the river
and wash my willow hair
in the flowery green water of the river god of the south?
When did I as Flora grow in the wheat field
and arise as poppies and cornflowers
between the cracked lumps of the rich, black ground?
When did I play hide-and-seek
with Pan, or with Bacchus
become drunk on the viscous wine? --
for in the mornings
I find a crane's feathers
in my damp braids.
and wash my willow hair
in the flowery green water of the river god of the south?
When did I as Flora grow in the wheat field
and arise as poppies and cornflowers
between the cracked lumps of the rich, black ground?
When did I play hide-and-seek
with Pan, or with Bacchus
become drunk on the viscous wine? --
for in the mornings
I find a crane's feathers
in my damp braids.
Коли я Персефоною
схилялася над рікою
і купала вербове волосся
у зеленій квітучій воді Південного Бога?
Коли я Флорою
розсіювалася по пшеничному полю
і з'являлася маками та волошками
між порепаних грудок
врожайного чорнозему?
Коли я грала у схованки
з Паном та Бахусом,
п'яніла від тягучого вина?
Кожного ранку
я знаходжу журавлине пір'я
у моїх вологих косах.
