When the sky’s dark face
catches your eye again,
let memory write
of a darkness beyond this:

days self-blinded, nights
of searching untaught,
thinking your own thought,
light.

from “Octonaires on the World’s Vanity and Inconstancy,” by the Reformation pastor & theologian Antoine de Chandieu, who studied under Calvin and died at the end of the 16th century. Translated from the French by Nate Klug.

Found in the June issue of Poetry, which is dedicated to translation. I’m picking through the online stuff right now; so far I’ve come across a German-speaking 1920s dadaist and classical Arabic poetry with words in Old English, and I’m as happy as a clam.