People, years and nations
run away forever
like a flowing river.
In nature’s supple mirror
we’re the fish,
dark’s ghosts are gods,
and the constellations
knot night’s net.
by Велимир Хлебников (Velimir Khlebnikov)
a.k.a. Виктор Владимирович Хлебников
(Viktor Vladimirovich Khlebnikov)
(1915)
translated by Robert Chandler
Rambling At The Bridge Head 