Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Sunset Possibilities lyrics

Nobody would believe me if I described Such a sunset. They would say That rhetoric's tired clichés had caught fire In my brain, that the Great Complicator made me A simple youth in the pot of poesy. The renowned clouds of the Creator El Greco Did not climb by mountainous heroics. They were valleys awash In pearl wavelets, and silence Flowed through them like a crystalline holy day. I, the great cloud-connoisseur, conclude That Toledo is now a city plundered Of its ma**ed spoils of terror, now sundered in the sky Are all her oxen-horns, her arrow-storms. Maybe El Greco too thought of such a possibility.