Горчичное поле - Джон Магвайер
http://www.stihi.ru/2012/06/03/7642
Mustard seed was added to an ode
by the white hand from the mountain hights so holy.
Circle's being cutting with black chord.
And Aquarius day's coming for the fallens.
In the city of the Sleepers cold
autumn wind tears off leaf red and lonely.
Viscous shadows flow into the stone
dusk a lava of the lines so slowly.
The regeneration is the lot
of the chosen one. The parallel world's here.
Mustard field's in blossom bright and hot.
Into skies up soar the Dragon young and clear.