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Wet Paint

'Look out! Wet paint.' My soul was blind,
I have to pay the price,
All marked with stains of calves and cheeks
And hands and lips and eyes.

I loved you more than luck or grief
Because with you in sight
The old and yellowed world became
As white as painters' white.

I swear my friend, my gloom-it will
One day still whiter gleam,
Than lampshades, than a bandaged brow,
Than a delirious dream.

                  ~~~~~~~~~~~


Не трогать

"Не трогать, свежевыкрашен", -
Душа не береглась,
И память - в пятнах икр и щек,
И рук, и губ, и глаз.

Я больше всех удач и бед
За то тебя любил,
Что пожелтелый белый свет
С тобой - белей белил.

И мгла моя, мой друг, божусь,
Он станет как-нибудь
Белей, чем бред, чем абажур,
Чем белый бинт на лбу!

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  • March 2, 2004
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