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Autumn

Осень

An orange sky,
a wind blusters
in the rowan tree;
I chase a horse
past the greenhouse glass,
past the old park fence,
past the swan pond.
My dog runs too,
shaggy red
and dearer than
my brother,
never to be forgotten
even if she dies.
The hooves hit harder,
dust spurts up:
an Arabian horse
is hard to catch.
I’ll have to rest, I guess,
collapse breathless on a
heavy flat rock,
wondering dully
at the orange sky,
listening dully
to the wind’s piercing scream.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Джон Кобли
    Autumn
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Otoño
  • Румынский
    Лео Бутнару
    Toamnă

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