Стих.Бродский - Осенний крик ястреба
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Northwespaded wind raises him over
Size, Lilovna, Punchova, Scarlet
Connecticut valley. He is already
does not see the lacquer promenade
Chicken in the courtyard dilapidated
Farms, Suslika on the ground.

On the airflow melted, lonely,
Everything he sees - Higured Rud
hills and silver river,
curly exactly live blade
Steel in the jar of the focus,
Similar with beads town

New England. Fallen to zero
Thermometers are like Lara in Niche;
shy by curling fire
Leaves, spiers churches. But for
Jastreb, it is not a church. Higher
The best thoughts of the parishioners,

He is soared in the blue ocean, closed the beak,
with pressed to the stomach plus
- claws in a fist, exactly fingers -
sorry by each pen
bottom, accomplice in response Eye
berry, holding south,

to Rio Grande, in the Delta, in the Warded Crowd
beeches hiding in powerful foam
herbs whose blades are sharp
nest broken shell
in Aluu Krapinka, smell, shadow
Brother or sisters.

Heart, entrusted to flesh, down, pen, wing,
Beating with frequency tremors,
Those with scissors sees,
movable warmth,
Autumn blue, her
Increasing by account

barely visible to the eye of the brown spot,
Points moving over the top
ate; Due to the void in the face
a child measured by the window
Couples released from the car
Women on the porch.

But the ascending flow raises up
Higher and higher. In abdominal feathers
Shiplet cold. Looking down
He sees the horizon of dymerk,
he sees thirteen first
states, he sees: from

The pipes rises smoke. But just the number
The pipes tells the lonely
Bird, how she rose.
Ek where it brought me!
He feels mixed with anxious
pride. Overgrown by

Wing, it falls down. But the elastic layer
Air him returns to the sky,
In a colorless ice smooth.
In the yellow pupil arises angry
shine. That is, the mix of anger
with fear. He is again

Listed. But as the wall - the ball,
How the fall of the sinner is again in faith,
His pushes back.
His who is still hot!
In the hell that. All above. In the ionosphere.
In astronomically objective hell

birds where there is no oxygen,
where instead of millet - lard rates
stars. What for two-legged
then for feathered on the contrary.
Not cerebellum, but in the lung bags
He guesses: Do not escape.

And then he screams. From bent like a hook
Beak, similar to the squeal erynia,
breaks and flies outside
mechanical, unbearable sound,
The sound of steel, drove into aluminum;
Mechanical, for not

intended for any ears:
Human, disrupting birch
proteins, tanking fox,
small field mice;
So there can be no tears
Nobody Only dogs

Downt the muzzle. Shrill
Scary, Night Marine Re-Diese
diamond, cutting glass,
Crossing the sky. And the world for a moment
How would shudder from the cut.
For there, upstairs, warm

burns the space as here below
burns black hand
without gloves. We, exclamation "won,
there! "We see at the top of a tear
hawk, plus cobweb, sound
inherent, small waves,

running around the sky where
No echo, where apotheosis smells
Sound, especially in October.
And in the lace, akin to the star,
sparkling frost,
Inem, in silver,

chosen feathers, the bird floats in Zenit,
In ultramarine. We see binoculars from here
Pearl, sparkling item.
We hear: Something at the top rings