to M.
1
You
heard
the mouse run past,
the moth eating
the cloth,
my heartbeat
growing faint,
under the roof,
there,
in that warm, snug place,
where the pigeons' chicks
grow.
2
You
watched the garden
grow wild,
moss creeping
across the floor,
the house taking its
root in me,
under the roof,
there,
in that warm, snug place,
where pigeon chicks
rot.
3
You
won't
hear me again.
You
won't
see me again.
But I'll
be waiting.
Always
waiting
for you.
перевод текста 2016 г.
русская версия:
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