The Golden Fleece (from ‘Gold in Azure’)
Turning gold, the ether grows translucent,
And between the sea and this sun quiver tongues of gold.
Everywhere golden coins gleam
among splashes of yearning.
Cliff fronts rose
In a fluttering sun-veil.
The sun settled. A cry
full of the screams of albatrosses:
“Children of the sun, once again passionless cold!
golden , ancient fortune —
the golden fleece!”
There is no gleaming golden coin.
The lights of day fade.
But everywhere together with the sun
is the blinding purple of fire.
The slope of the sky is embraced with fire…
And there the Argonauts blow the flying horn
Put on the armor
of the sun-veil!
The ancient Argonaut
summons to follow,
on a golden
“To the sun, to the sun, those who love freedom,
We shall whirl away into the blue
The ancient Argonaut summons to the sun festival,
on the world growing gold.
All the sky is rubies.
The sun-sphere has fallen asleep.
All the sky is rubies
On the mountainous heights
preparing to fly, began to beat
The earth flies away…
of the world
like a burning globe.
And, embraced with brilliance,
our winged Argo
overtakes the luminous day ,
a torch once again burning. Again it overtakes