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Стихи Чарльза Бернстина в переводах Яна Пробштейна

Charles Bernstein From Residual Rubbernecking (2000) Sunset Sail Blessed are the narrow who slide among cracks and build monuments to slats. For long have I awaited such news as now passes comment - news of my comrades lost long at sea. It was in the following winter that word was received in a foreign tongue that one who had refused solace for some these fifteen months had taken the hand of his born foe and danced the Hokey Pokey with the abandon of clues at sunset. Such light that fails me, like sticks in mission sand, voracious melody of hardly heard vibrations, potable allegiance subsumed in the tube.