Андрей Ширяев - ...и осторожно, ощупью
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... and carefully, I feel - the answer
In the morning, re -reading Joyce.
Ah, girl, don't touch this light
Cold hands - burn!

Ulysses that - two handful of coins,
Sick stars of the Dublin outskirts,
yes dark ale, yes black silhouette
In a child and grade above the Kabatsky paradise.

And pulls the stray friend by the sleeve,
happening from the depths of the tavern,
With a face like an uneven circle
sheep compressed cheese.

He looks into my eyes, he drinks wine,
He requires a detailed story,
He falls asleep - sorry and funny -
Like a drunk Greek, in the middle of the phrase.

But he will still write, he is still
It will die, as the poet is supposed to.
Ah, girl, I'm not forgiven you,
And I will forgive you and Kan in the fly.

My step is measured, my rhythmic swing
relaxed hand, my stranger -
So the staircase climbs in the dark,
Behind the step, a step is ahead of himself,

so slowly: at every step year,
every year - a century, for every century -
blind apple, empty transparent ice,
Possible only to Dublin and Greeks.

Now - goodbye. Ah, girl, line
That youth is wise, but not wise.
Still still live, look for while while
It’s not time to fall asleep in the morning ...