For 2nd stanza Baoth Poem,
by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

There was a flutter from the wings of God + you lay dead.
Your books were in your desk I guess + some unfinished chaos in your head
Was dumped to nothing by the great janitress of destinies

Baoth Murphy died in 1935, the rest of the poem has not been located among Fitzgerald papers.

Ф. Скотт Фицджеральд

Послышалось трепетанье крыльев Бога, и ты уже мертв,
Твои книги, надо полагать, уже убраны в стол,
А незавершенный хаос в голове
Выброшен в ничто судьбой — уборщицей…

Перевод на русский язык © Е. Логинов и Г. Логинова, 1981.