Стихи и рассказы в категории Dream. Читать онлайн

One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of me,

О чем же ты жалеешь, друг мой.
А помнишь, ты ведь сам всё это сделал,
Разрушил, разбросал, что долго строил,
Потом поджег, и не потушив, гореть оставил.

Time collapses between the lips of strangers
my days collapse into a hollow tube
soon implodes against now
like an iron wall

hey music and
me
only white,
hair a flutter of

mary is an old woman without shoes.
she doesn’t believe it.
not when her belly starts to bubble
and leave the print of a finger where

Игра в любовь - игра без правил,
Здесь нет знакомых Вам путей!
Есть тот, кто жизнь свою оставил,
А есть и те, кто нянчат двух детей.

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.

a woman unlike myself is running
down the long hall of a lifeless house
with too many windows which open on
a world she has no language for,

I was in a tawdry bar,
Or public house,
Being threatened,
For something I’d done.