In the language of Robin Robertson

Poet, translator
of the most re-
cent edition of
The Bacchae cit-
ed above. 

  I climb to the seeing rock
  high over the pines; a blown squall
  of rooks rises and settles like ash.

        

             I saw the hay marry the fire

             and the fire walk.

             The sky went the colour of stone.

                               

Robin Robertson
Sailing the Forest
  Selected Poems
  The Language of Birds
    [vi, vii]
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2014©

ii  Evgheny Mokhorev, 2004