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Spider
Translated by Eugene Ostashevsky

Navigating on roller-skates in the dark, I understand:
the country around me vibrates.
The spider’s mute web
reflects an equilateral slumber. Both Satan
and a cobra next to him would seem pusillanimous, two schlimazels.
On the other side of the glass, the spider is quieter
          than my phone in Basel.

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The Little Staircase
Translated by Wayne Chambliss

A Jugendstil tower. Myself quite new.
I heard the underbell flowers uncurl.

You were sitting on the little staircase. By all accounts, a pearl.
I stiffened. Limits were measured.

You were the sum of all you encountered,
become what you could not deter.

We were joined by the ladies’ confessor (and connoisseur),
self-absorbed as a Klein jug.

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The Bears
Translated by Wayne Chambliss

There are fewer and fewer animals in the capital.
Less and less often
are the torches of bears
raised above the tall
towers of apartments.
More and more often,
they fall down
shrieking
in an eclipse.
Snorting, they lick
the ears of stone sailors on rooftops.

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Гроші
Translated by Григорій Брайнін

Коли я йшов Кам'яним мостом
і грав зіркових воєн маривом,
я несподівано відчув, що простір
став шелестким й багатошарим.

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Force
Translated by Wayne Chambliss

Flaring in epithelial darkness, as if bitten
by a rabid, magnetic gesture—
all at once—body, converted to hydrogen
all at once—hydrogen under pressure.

Magnetic pressures, within and without,
the bear hibernates in a lush’s cranium.
When the room starts to spin, the bear rushes out
and deposits itself for a glass of uranium.

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Oil
Translated by Sergey Levchin

Halfway into the journey – just puncture me with a compass.
Zero-kilometer, where fabled rivers converge, reversing polarity: drain.
Suppose it a tunnel, at once the air is set tight as a lattice.
Hurray! You are launched from the maw of a soil-based yawn.

Hangnail, dangled all the way down to the switchflow entrails,
there to consult the register: vapors, extralarge rock, and the coiled bands.
You unfasten your jaw at the plywood façade like a conscript,
oil, the armed, double-barreled ram turns the corner: en garde!

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Скляні вежі
Translated by Григорій Брайнін та Веніамін Білявський

З ранку вони йшли вулицею в безладді
скляні вежі схожі на зв'язані баранки
що підвішені до порожнечі

продивляючись звідусіль
наскрізні бджоли, які уникають себе наче
це і є контакти контакти
дзвін і в разі чого оборона

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Крим
Translated by Григорій Брайнін та Веніамін Білявський

Ти стоїш на одній нозі, застібаючи босоніжку,
і я бачу кущ олійний, а потім — магнітний,
і орбіти предметів, що зчеплені запобіжно, —
хто зіницею поведе, скине ящірку, як молитвою.

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Жужелка
Translated by Григорій Брайнін та Веніамін Білявський

Знаходимо її на усіх шляхах
пересмішницею переливу,
букетом груш, що замерз у шипах
температурного зриву.

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Lions
Translated by Eugene Ostashevsky

Maybe you do draw
                seriously,
but not now, alas! Lines
form a grill,
and behind it—lions.

Lions. Their life is a diplomat’s,
they pose on their paws, their heads double.
With celerity of computer chess,
lions occupy cells with each cell.

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