Bruegel days, nights by Bosch

by strannikov

spring to Finn (agin)


a dulcydamble the dolly does dark

then dresses the demselle and then the dame

the dame whose desiring dip in the Dee


helped her name live: renewed the same—was is

to be. now who might help hop and hip it

up to its top to trip it sing and swing?


Dee Eve's shades now worn close and met anew

now dark's dusks drop deep, this the dim day works,

seraphs beckon in skies under we swing.


her clothes are fading quick her daughter's dress:

if she's going nowhere, she goes there, too.



Bruegel days, nights by Bosch


it would all be remote in five years' time

with much of the worst all over in three:

harvesters would stretch out at work again

dreamers would chart their courses for Cockaigne.


they had had solid winters to traverse:

they had stood on ice deeper than most saws—

gloomy days escapes deaths of innocents

with those to survive the Triumph of Death.


the dying outnumbered in those locales

the living, and the dead outnumbered both:

no lute could stay tuned no sword could defend

no table could hide no dame could escape.


Death waged war—in naked armor men fought

cadavers frolict to rhythms Death-thumped

mules and horses dead drowned men left to swell

unminded flames blazed bright both night and day:

few laborers left to shake a stick at!



what a rotten spring in April arrives!

with rival hungers Hell rose from the ground

a vertical Hell too high by some counts

as Babel's tower thrusting almost up.


what living remain stark staring torn trees

(shocks keep them upright fears keep them awake)

in all directions blight has marched through dark

penetrating deep the darker deep depths.


no owl tells us how we were overcome

or reminds us how we learned to adapt

no matter where we sit or how we stare—

all parades now march away to one day.


the blackest gloom reserved: the blackest sky

no sign of life a thousand signs of death

exsanguinated shores still flailing arms

blights of fire-pitted dark in this tall Hell

this climbing black-fuming tower of Hell.