I now reflect my essence in the deep –
Inside of me. No face is under mask.
My soul tumbles behind the mirror glass,
And stone on tomb is smashed to smithereens...
Dank chill, and crying, and the lunar laugh,
And lunar light – as pollen on my skin.
I would like to wake up… But intact bed
Today conceals a sneering reproach.
2013.
P.S. Перевод собственного стихотворения "Предрассветное".
Predawn
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