Текст песни Иосиф Бродский - Уточнение

Out of nowhere -
like a sharp swing -
Divine heights
in your words -
as a rebuke, or rather,
what's the call: "follow me!" -
over my tenderness,
mine, earthly.
Where should I go? To the sound!
For speech. For the look.
For a life. For the fingers.
For paradise. For hell.
And ruining your shadow
(right?) though
for myself.
Rather, for the flesh.
For restraint, fuse,
all the pain - or rather,
the entire staircase of sleepers,
stepladder of days
having raised - I will rise!
(Not the body - empty!)
Like an echo I will touch
and stop and mouth.
Sound the same! Between the branches
in the wilderness, in the forest,
here in your memory
in love, below
to comprehend - at the very bottom!
not on the shoulder:
do you come down to me
or I'm flying.