перевод стихотворения Джона Магвайера
"В холодном море плавают нарвалы"
The narwhalеs swim in cold, cold seas
and plough the stream of consciousness like rebels.
Forgetfulness flings them to reefs
for immolation giving them to breakers.
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There are just pygmies on the shore
whose clothes look just like the moral bases.
But fresh wind of the funny hope
says in a whisper: "Nothing matters."
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And narwhalеs close the leaves of their
subconsciousness and leave again for oceans
WHERE chill of words brings pain to them
preventing them from listening to organs
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that tell truth of eternal life
without the pygmies and belief in penance,
WHERE slugs of thoughts don't creep to mind
to outcome the mussel silence ever.