Where the same forest was
which I saw before me
in the spring
the x-raying
of my thorax
with letters
that do not wither
while their meaning is unknown
and among them in the twilight
are guessed lungs
panting
and somewhere the heart palpitates
but suddenly appear on the ribs
green ribbons
with sinewy inscriptions
which I have no time to read
because of the shrill crying
what an ass is lost in the forest
isn’t it the brain
whose braying is the language and the music
then come the colours
after the panting
the painting
of an autumn
then the sculpture
and again the scripture
the ribs in their old-new nakedness
but later a single letter
which will decipher
somebody else
8.10.2004.
X-raying
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я думаю что лучше бы звучало так
which will be deciphered
by somebody else
Яков Шульц 28.08.2012 22:35 • Заявить о нарушении
which will be deciphered
by somebody else
Яков Шульц 28.08.2012 22:35 • Заявить о нарушении
May be, но еже писах, писах. В конце концов и по-английски это русские стихи.
Владимир Микушевич 29.08.2012 21:08 Заявить о нарушении
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