\nWorld is a staircase Man has tried to climb
\n— Beasts, stars, the slag of flesh.
\nThey served him as ascending steps
\nAs he clutched high along the path
\nof his rebel’ous mind.\n<\/p>\n
\nRebellion or adaptation?
\nFrom these two ways that creatures earnestly beseech
\nthe former is sheer madness
\n(for Nature never yields);
\nYet who can stop a madman from his craze?
\nSome’ve chosen adaptation — thus
\nthey’s hushed forever at a trodden step.
\nThe beast is fit for Nature’s bends
\nBut Man rows stubbornly to ancient chaos:
\nHe worships war,
\nCreates through doubt,
\nAnd gains a firm hold through negation.
\nHe is an architect,
\nBut chisel he employs is death,
\nHis clay-capricious mind inside him.\n<\/p>\n
\nOnce, in the dark of ages,
\nshaggy beast went out of mind
\nand turned into a Man
\n— Most evil and perilous beast on Earth —
\nInsane with logic,
\nand obsessed by faith;
\nIntelligence became a cursing of Creation;
\nMan left his stains across the way:
\nDissected life and put in into numbers,
\nHe muzzled nature\ts roots
\nand probed its substance;
\nLike a parasite,
\nHe sucked the earth
\nuntil it suffered inextinguishable pain;
\nHe sought the keys for sacred truths,
\nReleased the titans, dressed them into iron,
\nHe harnessed them for an exhaustive work;
\nHe changed the world but could not change himself;
\nHe’s gotten lost in his own caves,
\nHe turned into a slave of his own servants.\n<\/p>\n
\n— Maximilian Voloshin
\n25 January 1923<\/p>\n
(Trans. by Victor Postnikov)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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