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Переводы

Translated by Eugene Ostashevsky

In a factory where they make chloramphenicol
          cats          loiter

one—gnarled
          like a woodblock: waterlogged, barnacled
another—thin with an elongated tongue—
          a fireman’s hook
and the third—huge like a calm
          in the Persian Gulf

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.

Translated by Wayne Chambliss

Converging, they vanish, one in front of the other—
the bear and the fish—
circling
patiently.
In belts of barnacles
souls.
Each one
shifts his weight from foot to foot
squints
as if having lost
a contact.

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.

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.

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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Translated by Hendrik Jackson

In meines Lebens Mitte: wie mit einem Zirkel punktgenau gesetzt. Nachtzug
durch eine Nord-Süd-Wasserscheide, ein herausgelöster Kilometer, langgestreckt,
du hältst ihn für einen Tunnel, fühlst die geschichteten Moleküle ganz dicht, im Flug
hoch hin an einer Baggerschaufel, die dich über aufgeworfenes Erdreich trägt.

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Translated by Christine Zeytounian-Belous

Ma vie en est à son milieu, on pourrait planter un compas dans cette date.
La ligne de partage des eaux entre les fleuves Sud et Nord est un kilomètre absent.
La prenant pour un tunnel, tu sens comme sont étroitement alignées
les couches de molécules, tu bondis sur la poche du sous-sol qui sous toi se retourne.

Translated by Constantine Rusanov

The hedgehog extracts the root of the sky – a dark prophet
shouldering the full weight of Sebastian’s body.

The hedgehog has trickled out of a sieve – its back is
at odds with itself, so meticulously plural.

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