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700

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Ê àëìàçíîìó ïðè÷àëó –

Ïðîçðà÷íûå èõ íîãè
Òàê ìÿãêî â ìîðå ñâåòà
Îòòàëêèâàþò âîçäóõ –
Êàê áóäòî áû íåò ñìåðòè –
 
Âîò ëåíò óæå íå âèäíî –
È êàæäûé âçäîõ òðóäíåå –
Òîëïà âíèçó ëèêóåò
Î ìíèìîì èõ áåññìåðòüå –

Òîë÷îê – è íåáîæèòåëü -
Êðóæà – çàäåë çà âåòêè –
È öàðñòâåííûå âåíû
Îòêðûëèñü îáîçðåíüþ –

Ïàäåíüå â ìîðå – òà æå
Òîëïà êëÿíåò åãî –
Êëåðê ñ÷åò ñâåäåò è ñêàæåò,
×òî ýòî øàð âñåãî –
25.04.2016



700

You've seen Balloons set — Haven't You?
So stately they ascend —
It is as Swans — discarded You,
For Duties Diamond —

Their Liquid Feet go softly out
Upon a Sea of Blonde —
They spurn the Air, as t'were too mean
For Creatures so renowned —

Their Ribbons just beyond the eye —
They struggle — some — for Breath —
And yet the Crowd applaud, below —
They would not encore — Death —

The Gilded Creature strains — and spins —
Trips frantic in a Tree —
Tears open her imperial Veins —
And tumbles in the Sea —

The Crowd — retire with an Oath —
The Dust in Streets — go down —
And Clerks in Counting Rooms
Observe — "'Twas only a Balloon" —