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Из американской поэзии. Переводы Андрея Харчевникова

beware: do not read this poem by Ishmael Reed tonite, thriller was abt an ol woman, so vain she surrounded herself w / many mirrors it got so bad that finally she locked herself indoors & her whole life became the mirrors one day the villagers broke into her house, but she was too swift for them. she disappeared into a mirror each tenant who bought the house after that, lost a loved one to the ol woman in the mirror: first a little girl then a young woman then the young woman/s husband the hunger of this poem is legendary it has taken in many victims back off from this poem it has drawn in yr feet back off from this poem it has drawn in yr legs back off from this poem it is a greedy mirror you are into this poem. from the waist down nobody can hear you can they? this poem has had you up to here belch this poem aint got no manners you cant call out frm this poem relax now & go w / this poem move & roll on to this poem do not resist this poem this poem has yr eyes this poem has his head this poem has his arms this poem has his fingers this poem has his fingertips this poem is the reader & the reader this poem statistic: the us bureau of missing persons re- ports that in 1968 over 100, 000 people disappeared leaving no solid clues nor trace only a space in the lives of their friends