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What fish feel,birds feel,
I don't know—    the year ending
Translated by Robert Hass

Однажды мистер Фиш заметил вскользь,
Как надлежит холоднокровным рыбам,
Что склеит плавники не на Карибах...
И лещ бы с ними, тут вопрос: "Позволь,

The cop holds me up like a fish;he feels the huge bonessurrounding my eyes,and he runs a thumb under them,lifting my eyelidsas if they wereenvelopes filled with the night
Now he turnsmy head back and forth, gently,until I'm so tame and stillI...

Amazing monster
that, for aught I know,
With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare
O flat and shocking face,

A trout-colored wind blowsthrough my eyes, through my fingers,and I remember how the troutused to hide from the dinosaurswhen they came to drink at the river
The trout hid in subways, castles,and automobiles
They waited patiently for the...

You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced,
Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea,
Gulping salt water everlastingly,
Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced,

On the long shore, lit by the
To show them properly alone,
Two lovers suddenly
So that their shadows were as one

Invisible fish swim this ghost ocean now described by waves of sand, by water-worn rock. Soon the fish will learn to walk. Then humans will come ashore and paint dreams on the dying stone. Then later, much later, the ocean floor will be punctuated...