A crow caws ahead of me,A shadow afflicts my eye,Two foxes and two weaselsCross my way nearby,My horse loses its footing,My groom blacks out and falls,I hear the crack of thunder,A spirit appears,I hear Charon call me nigh,I see the center of the earth,This stream flows back to its source,A steer climbs a belfry,Blood spurts from a rock,An asp couples with a she-bear,Atop an ancient towerA snake rips a vulture apart,The fire burns in the mirror,The sun has gone black,I see the moon about to plunge,This tree has blown its stack.
(translated from the French by Richard Sieburth)…